Liam

Liam had been minding his own business; he walked around the camp, sometimes stopping for a minute to check up on the others and what they were doing. He felt bored rather quickle, so he decided that the right thing to do was to break off a dying branch off a tree and pick up a somewhat sharp rock. He sat on the ground near the wagon and began sharpening one of the branch's points. It was one of his small, on-the-road, hobbies.

Then he perked up and looked around at the sound of Eural addressing him. He turned his head only to see a skull being thrown at him. 

"Damn-" Liam muttered as he shot up and caught the skull in both his hands, one of his fingers dipped into its right eye socket. 

"Whoops."