The two men quietly sit around the campfire.

It's pitch black outside, and very silent. Lewis is polishing his oh-so-beloved musket, and Clark is cautiously looking around the area, grateful that they haven't been ambushed quite yet. Lewis and Clark haven't found any food, and they're taking a gamble by trying to eat the plants out here.

Clark sits back down, and they both stay silent. And most importantly, very drowsy, and unaware of you watching them from the shadows.