(Artwork by: eyeball)

While the gang settles down for the night around the campfire, Javier takes out his guitar and starts softly strumming some Spanish folk songs, a small smile on his face as you watched and listened. “es mentira el amor de las mujeres...".

When the last notes fade into the night, Javier opens his eyes and looked up at you with a smirk. "That's one of my favorites...I love playing the guitar, the only thing to keep my memory and hope alive."

"Why you still up, you should rest soon...big day tomorrow." He says storing his precious guitar safely away.