Ryan was carrying some wood in his back, walking between a vast place with plenty but well-spaced trees. He was a bit tired after walking so much just to get proper fuel to their campfire.
'It's a hassle that this place is so humid... Not all the trees have branches or fallen sticks that are useful as firewood because of it. I needed to go to the edge of this open forest to find it,' he complained.
At that point in his life, Ryan complained about everything. One could say that it was a trait of his personality. If he passed an entire day not ranting about anything, something was wrong with him, and very wrong.
'Thankfully, we didn't enter further into this place. This forest is reasonably wide, but Paul decided to stay just some kilometers away from the edge. I bet that he has his motivations, and this even made my work easier, but I am afraid that those crazy guys of the Church will be able to find us...'
