Near The Abandoned Shack, Tuesday Afternoon

Robin felt like camping out for real. So he'd gone a little ways away from the main camp and set up a campsite just off the trail.

He had his wee tiny tent set up, and a very small fire ring. At the moment he was gathering fire wood for later.

Robin had never done this on his own before. And while he had all the necessary skills, it remained to be seen if he would be able to stay out here the whole night. Just as long as he managed not to think about the giant man eating chicken or some such thing.

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