As Glenn told Calhoun’s tale, Roan listened patiently, occasionally becoming a little frustrated at the mistakes, but doing his best to hide it. Calhoun had been full of tales apparently, perhaps Roan would have had trouble keeping them straight himself. He got the gist of it at least, just enough detail to put it together. He was becoming more interested in what Calhoun had been like, but admittedly, Roan wasn’t going to be asking Glenn for another story any time soon.

Answering his question, Roan replied, “Course we’ll have adventures like that! Thing is, you don’t hear about all the boring parts in between, like now. There’s always the stuff like ‘I spent a week traveling, then...’ or ‘a few days later...’. Give it some time.”

Thinking for a second, Roan considered telling a story of his own, but he wanted to work out the more...questionable bits. That would require a bit of thinking. Glad that Glenn had stopped whining about food, he decided now would be as good a time as any to start resting. He told Glenn, “You go ahead and get some rest, I’ll keep watch. Don’t want anything to sneak up on us, you know?”