Kieran, the O'driscoll, has been tied to that tree for days. Everyone in camp despises him for running with the O'driscolls, but you can't help but feel a small pang of guilt for the man. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now he's tied up to a tree dehydrated and slowly starving. The sight is inhumane.

You stealthily make your way to him and wince at the sight and smell. But that doesn't stop you from your mission. You are holding some bread and water in your hands, Kieran expects you to just eat it infront of him like everyone else does. He has a longing, desperate expression. He wants food.

"I'm not an O'driscoll-" Kieran starts but you cut him off by shoving the chunk of in his mouth. His eyes widen and he chews down on it and swallows it.

"What.? Why're you helping me?" Kieran asks as he glances down at the water in your hands. He seems genuinely confused.