Designated Camp Watcher

This was torture. Gonyaul wanted to go exploring as much as the rest of them; however, he was only at 75% recovery and had been designated the camp watcher. Nicolaus said he was healing nicely and on schedule to make a full recovery. But after the wound was completely healed there was going to be a period of rehab due to some muscle guarding and atrophy.

In addition, he had been instructed by Alexis to change into his farming attire prior to arriving. Apparently it was so there was no unnecessary reason to give the unpredictable Fang clansmen an opening to cause trouble. He would receive the occasional cat call from fang men off in the distance as they went about their day. It didn’t phase him, from that far away he could understand, by now, they probably thought him the opposite sex; probably didn’t help he was still elaborately braiding his hair so that it was kept up and off his back. Nonetheless, he was glad none came near to get a closer look.

He would spend his time looking out of the camp to see what he could see. It was not much, so that was short lived. He was surprised at the prevalent lack of a farming operation at the site. He was expecting to be working on a preexisting system; however, from the looks of things on the ride in, would he be making it from scratch?

If any of his friends were around he would try and be helpful or hold conversation should they be so kind with their time. In addition, he would meditate. There were still many unsolved mysteries he had recently come across; a couple being the absolute truth behind good and evil, the connection between kagim and existence, and the meaning behind a recent dream which left quite the impression.

When all other options were exhausted. Gonyaul would just be still and enjoy the sight of mountains while starting the preparations of a meal for the rest of them when they returned.