Jean was walking the plains for hours, trying to find a good spot to camp. He seemed tired, a lie he put up to fool others into mistaking him for someone weak. He was covered head to toe in his usual attire, his eyes being the only visible part of him, he had a thicker layer of masks on though and a winter cloak. The mist must've been getting to him. He hadn't been very lucky with victims as of late either, with every step he took, he blurted out yet another colourful curse. At this rate, he was getting genuinely tired.
He reached the cliff that Kamilo has chosen to use as his camp and only managed to spot the fire, completely oblivious to the Kitsune sitting right next to it. "
"YES!" Jean blurted. "Gods really do exist! A fire! A fire just for me!" he yelled whilst running to sit at the campfire. "What kind of sod would just leave a campfire untended like this?" he breathed a weary sigh.
He noticed Kamilo just as he sat down. "Er..." he glanced at Kamilo's belongings and grinned. "Hello there, these belong to you?"
He reached the cliff that Kamilo has chosen to use as his camp and only managed to spot the fire, completely oblivious to the Kitsune sitting right next to it. "
"YES!" Jean blurted. "Gods really do exist! A fire! A fire just for me!" he yelled whilst running to sit at the campfire. "What kind of sod would just leave a campfire untended like this?" he breathed a weary sigh.
He noticed Kamilo just as he sat down. "Er..." he glanced at Kamilo's belongings and grinned. "Hello there, these belong to you?"
