The stranger eyed Chad, "And I will." he stated flatly. He was picking at the cut on his shoulder, grinding ash into it with a small chunk of charcoal wood. After a moment he put the bit of blacked wood back in the fire pit. He then patted the wound a bit as he stood and pulled his shirt on before his pants. With a sigh at the cut in his shirt he returned to keeping his eye on the rabbit, judging when it was ready.