It was a typical day in Camp, at Horshoe Outlook. The gang had just settled in weeks ago after the Blackwater Massacre and surviving the harsh winter in the Colton Mountains. It was high noon, and everyone was doing something different. Lenny had finally worked up the courage to speak with you.

"Hey, how's it going?"

The young man said sweetly, hiding his nerves and sitting next to you by the tree.