You were so lost. You had been on your way to valentine but somehow you had gotten off on the wrong foot. Your horse had gotten spooked and ran off hours ago so you were walking through the woods, desperately searching for someone, some safe house something. So when you finally saw smoke and heard people laughing and singing you quickly ran towards it, just as you could begin to make out the light from the camp you heard a voice.

“Stop.” Charles said clearly. You looked around and saw a man holding up a bow. He couldn’t have been more than 4 feet away from you. “Turn around now, unless you you want to find an arrow to your head” he said as he pulled back the bowstring.