<strong>Solo Branning<br/>Time; Day 1, early afternoon<br/>Location; Fare Forest<br/>Tagged; Neria</strong><br/><br/>Dewey grinned widely when the little slime heard Neria's waking groans, bouncing all the way over to her as he looked into the eyes of the woman who had saved his little life. Solo, however, got the first say, as he sat by the fire simple cooking some meat he had gathered. "Hey, welcome back sleepy head. You were out for a few hoursSSAAHHH!! DEWEY!!!" He barked at the slime, who decided to spray him with a little water because he wanted to answer Neria's questions. "Nice twy Mistew Sowo, but pwetty wady was tawking to me!"  He side proudly, the slime looking over at Neria. "No, Dewey, her name is Neria, and she was talking to me, at first at least." Solo replied as he finished cooking up the meat he had made, skewering it with a sharp stick he fashioned to make his meals a little more elegant. "Anyways, sure you can have some watew! I've got woads!" Dewey cheerfully chanted, before opening his mouth wide and blasting Neria in the face with at least a bucket full of water. "Oops-OUCH!" Dewey said, before Solo kicked him from Neria's side. "He's going to be a nightmare." He said with a light chuckle, before kneeling down and handing her a grey rag. It was actually his overshirt, he had taken it off because the forest was a little hotter with the fire roaring. Wiping her face dry, he offered her the skewer as he said "We're fine, I caught us some boar whilst Dewey decided to stay watch over you. The little tike was really worried about you, as I was." he said with a smile, rubbing her on her head as he smiled. "I'm glad to see you're alright now though."<br/><br/>Dewey then hopped back to the group saying "Newia, do you have a sweeping bag? Mistew Sowo does, and I'm bunking with him tonight if you don't. I don't wanna be cowd!"  to this Solo widened his eyes angrily at the little slime. "I didn't agree to this!" "And? I'm tiny, and vewy scawed of the dawk! And I want to be wawm!"  Solo simply shook his head as he said "Look, you can travel with us, but you're not sleeping in my sleeping bag. Neria, you have one, right?" He didn't, wouldn't have a lady go without, it was his nature. "You can sleep in mine if you don't." "Hipocwyte!"  Dewey said as he spat a bubble at Solo, knocking the young man onto his feet. The afternoon was only early, but to be honest, Solo was exhausted. Having to contend with the active little mite that was Dewey would exhaust anyone though.