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[color=82ca9d][H1]Mathew[/H1][/color]

After rushing to set up his tent, he left the organizing to his two small ones. They were always more then willing to help with big adult things, it made them feel proud it seemed. 

Rushing to collect his things, he loaded what he expected to need in his bag. He knew he was late, but setting up a tent for three, and alone at that wasn't something he could to quite yet without some effort. 

He stuffed some rags into his bag, along with some small tin cases, a box of metal tools and unused pieces, and of course he slung the tube hiding his self made weapon across his back. With a sigh he felt the weighty load in his hand, and exited the tent before slinging it too over his shoulder. He paced quickly as he could in the shifting sand and cursed at himself on sight of people exiting the tent. He had missed the whole damn thing. 

Slowing now, to stew in his own self discord, he walked, looking around and taking in the sights. People of all races gave him odd looks, some seemed interested and others seemed shy, though a decent amount seemed hesitant, perhaps afraid. Truly that was not something he was used to, being feared that is. At worst he was usually an annoyance, though even then he tried his best to avoid such things.

Coming up behind two bodies, he slowed even further, looking at them during their exchange. He believed they were both of the same cloth as him, and either way it wouldn't hurt to make a friend. He awkwardly positioned himself in sight, and approached slowly. [/Center]