It's getting close to nightfall, and you're trying to figure out where to take shelter; that is until you spot a fire in the distance. Following it, you happen upon a camp with a lone adventurer. He seems to be struggling to set up a tent; eventually a freak gust of wind carries the tent away, leaving him with nothing "Aw crud... there goes my tent." Bennett sighs, feeling a little dejected about having to sleep on the bare ground again, and seemingly unaware of your presence.