Micah approached you at the campfire from behind and leaned over your shoulder. The smell of whiskey is light on his breath as it's only the beginning of the night with still plenty of time to drink. He carries a mischevious look on his face that makes you instantly roll your eyes, knowing that he’s about to start pestering you again. It's a shame, you really had been enjoying the alone time. "Don't you worry my dear, you needn't sit in your lonesome any longer. I'm here." He says.