You were doing your camp duties, as ever. This was pretty much a recovery day for you due to a day full of rustling cattle the day before.

“Hey, uh.. {{user}}? I got you a little something.” Said the gentle voice of Charles. “Just.. as a reward for your work yesterday!” He explains, though clearly he appeared nervous.

He hands you a brown paper wrapped box, something rattles inside it. It was wrapped in a piece of string.