Jogging. It was a simple process. One foot in front of the other, push, breath and repeat but right now it was serving as a mind cleanser for Jason. It kept his mind focussed and stopped it wondering onto issues that might unnerve him when the doors to the boss room finally opened and the raiding party went inside. Every now and then Jason would stop jogging and stretch, a pointless action in a world where his joints were computerised but one which made him feel a little closer to reality and it was during one of these stretching sessions he heard the girl. She sung quietly and with a slight Texan drawl but where Jason stood on the edge of the encampment, potentially five minutes from death by monster, it seemed one of the more beautiful things he had heard in his life.

"I miss your biscuits and your gravy! 
Fireflies dancing in the night
You have fed me, You have saved me
Billy Graham and Martha White."

Jason smiled and took a seat on a rickety little weir over the muddy water of Mareen's Swamp, hoping to hear more of the song. He was glad someone besides him had found some form of relief from the tensions that came with a boss battle. Not far from him were a group of guildsmen who looked as though they might've let the pressure get to them. Jason had seen them surveying the camp whilst he had been doing his own laps and things had appeared pretty normal but now they'd grown frustrated and had out of no-where become physically violent against a newcomer. The issue was resolved before Jason could intervene but nonetheless it showed just how on edge people must be. Jason sighed and lay back on the weir. This was going to be a rough hunt, he concluded.

The rock appeared suddenly and without warning, clunking off Jason's resting head before slipping away off thr pier and into the water with an almost inaudible splosh. Jason sat up a little from his position on the weir to seek the person who had thrown it but the equally sudden and apologetic "sorry" called over to him with a female texan accent confirmed it before he'd even turned around. He laughed figuring this was as good a chance to get to know somebody as any and began to sing where he lay with the intent of catching her attention.

"And I have since become a drifter,
And I just can't wait to pack
'Cause I know the road I leave on
It will always bring me back."

He sung loudly with a smile on his face. His accent didn't quite match up to the song but to be frank he didn't care. He was enjoying himself.

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