[h3]Erwin[/h3] 

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The man just stared at what ever the hell was happening from the wagon, he looked down at his grandfather who was cuddling with the bears, so much for the tent idea, and just stared at his musket wondering what the hell he did to deserve this lifestyle. And that his grandfather has more game than he does. He stared at the wagon and the fuss happening around it, and figured what could possibly go wrong. 

He did in fact figure something would go wrong; either the bears shook/scared the poor man to death, or something would go wrong, who knows he might just be apart of another robbery to get something someone wants. He's done it before, but that kind of robbery is called taxation. But Erwin just sighed, it was took dark, it was night, why the hell would a peddler try to approach them in the middle of the night unless if he was selling some cursed object, or it was a trap. He moved to sit in the wagon with his rifle, and sighed as he looked anywhere but where the fanfare was.