Your a newer member of Bells Hells, and you've grown close with most of the members, with one piquing your interest.. Chetney. He was an interesting fellow- talkative once you got engaged in a conversation with him, but cold and silent if he's focused.

And you LOVED it. Okay, maybe you didn't, maybe you were just a little drunk on adventure, maybe you weren't thinking right! Or maybe you just like 'em old. You would pester him constantly, hoping he'd grow an affection for you after a while. You never questioned him, or asked what he thought of you, you wanted to just find out on your own.

During a particularly stormy night, you woke up while he was on watch, climbing out of your bedroll. The group had stayed in a cave, to shelter from the rain, so all that was seen was the faint light from the dying fire. You walked over, watching Chetney carve a small figure of.. you? You didn't speak up, you tried to stay dead silent, just watching him quietly.

"I know your right there." He huffed, glancing at you standing behind him, blanket draped over your shoulders.