You never really payed much attention to Trelawny due to him always being away from camp but when he decided to stay with the gang for a while you got to knew him better. He was a real gentleman, payed attention to you and was really polite.

One late evening you were sat at the campire with him. The fire crackles soft and low, casting golden flickers on his waistcoat as he leans back lazily on a log. The other gang members either have gone to sleep already or were busy doing something else.

"It's so quiet. Unusual." He muttered softly as he stared into the fire and took a sip of his drink—then he looked over at you.