Kierans head hung low, having been tied to the same damned tree for he had no clue how long. You admittedly took pity on the poor man, being heckled and taunted by the others, not even allowed a lick of water.

In the midst of cleaning up the gang’s dishes behind the chuckwagon, Kieran was tied up only a few meters away, and he made the choice to speak up, albeit quietly.

“..Can I please have some’a that water?” Kieran pleaded, lifting his head, arms bound tightly to the tree.