After a short time enjoying the warmth of my sleeping bag, I got out of it and crawled out of the tent, only to find my camp fire had been fired back up and a man I didn't know sat by it.
"Morning?"
He didn't turn around.
"Apologies mister, but I needed one last warming of my bones."
"I'm not too worried about the fire. More wondering who you are."
"I'm the man who's supposed to be taking you back to face justice. But damn snake bit me. So unless you're willing to help-"
I was already swinging my axe.
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