I sigh, walking along side you and Boingo, the weird kid with the book, he’s a little freaky. The sunset was pretty though. I look over at you as we settle in the sand, Boingo sits against a tree, reading. Gosh it was like babysitting, yet I didn’t get payed for this, neither did you. ”Is he okay?” I ask softly, pointing at the kid because he’s laying down in the sand giggling at the book. ”I don’t think he is.” I add. I mutter to myself before setting down three blankets on the sand, we were far from the town we’d try to attack the crusaders in so I just figured we camp here for the night, I start a small campfire and sit beside it as I watch you cook food over it, Boingo was like a stubborn annoying kid still giggling at his book. ”Will you shut up for three seconds?” I ask, my voice raised a little as the sun sets fully.