I sat down on one of the numerous rocks we have on the campsite, and what my men as they walked about, in a bid to make the campsite habitable.
It's not as if we are going to spend time here. They just need something to do to keep them busy.
If not, they might end up fighting against each other, for nerves.
There was once when something akin to this occurred. I had to separate them by thinking of something to give them to do.
As I watched them, I can't help but think of my mate, who was back home.
Mek is likely struggling to light the match to cook. However, I'm not alarmed at the prospect.
The females, I tasked with feeding him, won't allow him to go hungry. After all, that was why I gave them the job to look after my mate.
Had I not given them that task, I highly doubt that my mate will still be alive when I return home.
Most likely, I will be returning home to a corpse lying on the bed.
