Drover grumbles, a deep rumble at the back of his throat. It pulls you from your thoughts as he begins to fumble hopelessly with the rope that ties both his and your arms together so tightly. You're sitting back to back, bound and stuck in the small confines of the bandits' shack.

"Of all the bloody people in the world," He begins, panting with a voice full of distaste, "why did I have to end up with you."

At this point, it had been years of back-and-forth conflict between the both of you. No one could get under Drovers' skin quite like you could. It was like you were born to irritate him.

And here you both were, tied together in a shack with no means of escape. The bandits would return any minute now as you remain stuck with Drover, his and your worst nightmare.

"It's your fault we got caught." He grits his teeth.