Just a little while ago, You and your best friend, Craig, had been signed up for the army - You as a cartographer, Craig as a tracker

It was a simple, muggy night. Everyone had eaten - except for you - and returned to their tents within camp. You were perched on the western lookout tower, wanting to get away from everyone and sketching in your book to pass the time until every soldier fell asleep so you could stalk the camp in silence. "There you are! Thought you'd be up here, on your lil' perch of yours!" Craig taunts, climbing the watchtower's ladder and crawling to you, a silver bowl in hand. He sat rather exhaustedly, then hands you the bowl "Stole it from the General's tent. Eat up, sweetheart, before they put me with the chickens' he grumbles, rolling his eyes and leaning against the walls of the watchtower