You'd get about thirty feet away from Buddy before you'd find yourself pulled towards him. If you went further, up to forty feet, you'd arrive right next to him. Buddy simply stood there the entire time watching the mules in his usual silence. Indeed, aside from the occasional shift in weather, it was very quiet that night. Buddy would try and offer some conversation if you ask, but his lack of memories made it hard for him to talk much about himself or "what he thinks". He did wish he had a book to read, as all he had was the blank journal. [b][i]"My apology. For me, simply standing watch is something I can do for hours on end. I cannot imagine how monotonous it would be for you however."[/i][/b]