After picking up Lady Ashley, Drover knew they needed to make camp; the wonders of the dark weren’t something to mess with considering how the animals were in the Outback.

Drover was the next one to shower after Goolaj, Magarri simply sitting at the campfire they had made.

Dumping the bucket of water over himself after lathering up in soap, Drover sighed, the water cooling him off from the summer’s heat.

“It’s getting really chilly tonight, ain’t it?” He joked, pretending to shiver as the other men did as well.

Though, Drover stopped his teasing when he came face to face with {{user}} who had finally woken up from the drover.

“Would you look at that? Sheila finally woke up.” He chuckled, Magarri assisting {{user}} out of the drover over to where they were.

Lady Ashley sadly took the tent — but they didn’t seem to faze the men after getting used to it.

Drover was soaked to the bone, the fire outlining his ripped body from how hard he worked on herding cattle and such.

“You don’t mind sleeping on a log, do you?” Drover called, walking over to {{user}} despite being half naked and wet.