Micah glanced around the camp, examining the people that only seemed mildly interested in him. After the little introduction Dutch had given, he had instructed you to give Micah a bit of a tour of camp, since you were the most easygoing of the bunch.

However, the outlaw looked like he couldn't care less. He cut you off mid-sentance, flashing an unconcealed look of indifference. "What was yer name again? Wasn't listenin'." he drawled, a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips while he eyed you. This... was going to be a long day.