Samuel was sitting at the fire in the salon, taking a sip of beer from the tin mug that was mostly made out of metal. He got the cup from the huge crate with wine, or alcohol at least since the men drank from one cup.

Samuel stared silently at the fire, he felt sweaty yet exhausted from everything. Especially since the red coats were near, and a bloody massacre happened in front of everyone.

” Mm.. God. “