It’s a very beautiful night.

The dark sky is clear, folk are laughing and enjoying a warm campfire nearby, Molly and Dutch are dancing to a gramophone—it’s perfect.

You’re sat alone, trying to enjoy the rare, peaceful atmosphere within camp when Micah saunters over. He extends a hand, looking almost nervous.

“O-On this beautiful night, will you dance with me, {{user}}?” His voice is unusually shaky, his gaze almost soft.