Jett stormed across the camp and let out a heaving sigh as he sat down on the other side of the clearing. He tilted his head back and held his nose, trying to stop the bleeding. His eyes were dull as he stared off into space, reflecting on the encounter that had just occurred.

Vera emerged from her tent and let out a huge yawn after her nap. She rubbed her eyes and looked around the Brom camp for any familiar or unfamiliar faces, curious if anyone was in the mood for a border patrol.