Aiden walked around the camp so many times he lost count. Instead, he ad focused on the rhythm of his surroundings, so that in case he missed something with his eyes, he would hear something out of place. The crossbow he carried was a lot smaller and quite worse than the one he had stolen from the bandits before. But he figured it would suffice for now. He just held the crossbow in his right hand and used his spear like a walking stick as he patrolled, unknowing that nothing would ever come.

	Over time, his concentration wore down as his mind drifted to other things. His regret for his hasty attack on the boar girl and his complete inability to protect his friends on multiple occasions. He found comfort in being able to help with the camp an being able to fight off the frogmen, so maybe things were starting to look better....maybe.