Ramon did notice a distinct difference in Quinn with her mask on and off, but didn't vocalize it. He felt a bit of warmth in the brief time they spoke before she went off to bed, thinking about the various things he wanted to say to her before she slivered off. He decided he would wait till another night, but for now he would get the rest that he could. The smith slept for a brief two hours before rising, as he had some kind of condition. It was an unknown one, according to every cleric and mage he's talked to, however a sleep potion every night could stave it off. He didn't have that kind of money, nor did the lack of sleep really affect him, so it didn't really bother him. So, it takes a while for him to fall asleep and stay asleep, he's essentially an insomniac.<br/><br/>When he rose, it wasn't a surprise to see the others were unconscious, and without an anvil he would have to find other ways to occupy the time. The smith climbed down out of the hut, down the tree and began to sharpen more stakes to fire with his Stand into the trees, targeting various tiny targets that he could see with his projectiles. Usually small leaves, buds, mosquitos, and...eyes? A gutteral shriek can be heard as a Bullywug falls out of a nearby tree. It collapses to the swamp, only to bleed out quickly before his comrades can even react. Just then, the rest of them began to emerge, almost two dozen Bullywugs armed with spears and slings came out to play.<br/><br/>The stand user took immediate action to firing his stakes at the weak frog people, nailing a few of them immediately before taking in his surroundings. They currently had a good circle formed, but he broke it killing three of their numbers. He took this as a window to lead the little gremlins away from the tree. He knew they would be safe in the hut, but it would be problematic if the Bullywugs had time to cut the tree down, so he did his best to kite them, dodging rocks being slung at him. Since he was in a combat scenario, Ramon didn't bother walking in the swamp normally, opting to kick at the ground with his stand to do massive leaps through the trees, and grab on to trunks to fire off more spikes. It took half an hour, but once they were down to a fraction of their previous numbers, and Ramon had minor injuries at best, the other Bullywugs attempted a retreat. They were met with a sickening thud and drowned in the swamp. Ramon dusted his hands off from the tree his stand threw at them, and proceeded to make his way back into the hut. Inside, he noticed he had a ton of cuts and bruises, marks all over his hands. Probably from [The Wanderer]'s hands grabbing onto trees and leaping around the swamp, throwing things at the frog people and trying to avoid their attacks or at least block them. He would be fine, despite the shared injuries he and his stand sustained, as he'd just wrap his hands up heavily in some cloth and hope that none of the other cuts and bruises on his face would stand out. His leather armor held up nicely, so the rest of his body was undamaged.<br/><br/>Fast forward to morning time, he had been sharpening spear heads he collected from the Bullywugs, and was sitting near Lucrecia with a pile of them.