He was beginning to feel stupid, sitting out here in the sun. It felt good, yes, but warm weather like this always addled his brains to the point where he stopped thinking properly, to the point where he got drowsy. He sat there on his favorite stone, staring across the river, eyes heavy with the desire to close and simply rest for a few minutes. He'd been in this town a full three months, and every day that the sun shone, he would come to the river, stare across that boundary and try to piece together why the hell no one was supposed to cross it. It was no secret that he came here, and there were always whispers about how the outsider would someday not return from the river if he kept going. But kept going he did, despite all of that. He was never a daring sort of person, but even so, he had to find out exactly what was over there.<br/><br/>He got his answer just as he was falling asleep while sitting up.<br/><br/>He blinked as a voice called to him, and he looked up to see a young man, perhaps not but a few years younger then himself, calling to him. He stared a moment, stupidly, as if trying to figure out how to respond, before shaking his head. "I am merely watching the bank you are on." That was an honest answer, no? And, as he thought, there was nothing to worry about. The man across was probably from a neighboring village that his own did not like, and so they used the river to mark territory. How stupid and medieval. He glanced down, realizing that he lacked a shirt, and only wore the light leather slacks he'd brought with him. Slightly embarrassed at being caught unawares, he called back. "And what, pray tell, are you doing over there?"