[Cam]

"I will fetch the necessities. You, on the other hand," he says, before beginning his languid gait back to the land of virtuoso. "You may supply me with a weapon. I'm sure you'll bring me something that'll pique my interest." An affectionate embrace was in order, but the nigh-endless thoughts about the supposed specialization and the examination into manhood had began to dishearten him, like a widow's poltergeist. Out here, he couldn't shoulder the burden of the peoples' anxiety. Their well-being was his, and he intended to uphold their positivism.

The ears once perched lazily on his head were now extremely tentative, as if he were to expect an enemy. They occasionally shifted in cardinal direction, zoning on on every auditory discomfort or abnormality. With every pace in the spectral soil, a thought raced in and out of his mind. Where should he camp? Which route would lead him there the quickest? Should he travel by land or sea? Much had to be accounted for, yet he began with what he was advised: braided rope and thermal clothing.