**Route 28**<br/>The small clearing has since become home to a small tent; the kind that two people could squeeze into, but which the large man really only found suitable for himself. The fire was nice and steady, giving enough light to illuminate the small clearing, but not go too far beyond that. The smell coming from the fire was odd; the burning wood, combined with some of the dry dung that he packed in there, made it somewhat acrid.  The one who built the fire, however, has long since become accustomed to it.<br/><br/>As Samuel gets closer, and is able to see into the clearing, see its lone occupant, and everything else, he might smell something else, and see a lot more. The fire had a grill of sorts placed high above it, balanced over the rocks that circled it, and on this grill was a small pot, full of some sort of stew that smelled strongly of onions and spice.<br/><br/>The man in the camp seemed just about ready to ladle  some of whatever was cooking into a bowl, when his attention began to drift around his surroundings. Partly, it was--not paranoia, but reasonable fear-- that had him somewhat on edge (and consequently, had him paying closer attention to his surroundings than usual), but also just his tendency to be cautious when out and about on his own. He could've sworn he heard something moving around...