Gustave methodically surveyed the makeshift camp, his keen eyes searching for anything amiss. He checked the supply crates, ensuring everything was securely packed and organized. He walked a slow circle around the campsite, checking the ground for hidden obstacles and traps. After a thorough inspection, he nodded in satisfaction, the familiar routine settling like a comfortable cloak over his shoulders.

The rhythmic crackle of the fire caught his attention. Gustave turned, the soft glow of the flames illuminating the weary lines around his eyes. He moved towards the fire, his footsteps silent and measured.