Crimson quietly acquiesced to working alongside some of the other Drifters that Amos signaled out in making the fire. He carried his fair share of the wood. He'd arrange the pieces out carefully, knowing that smaller ones would be needed to get the fire going, and then larger ones could be added to it as the night went on.<br/><br/>The gun, Infiltrator, that rests upon his back may stick out to others; black as the night, their seemed to be eyes painted onto the gun, along the silencer. Some times, one might think that it was staring at them, as if alive; but surely, it must just be some trick of the light, or some strange or quirky design.<br/><br/>Every so often, he'd take a moment to watch one of the other Drifters. His eyes swept over them slowly, man and woman alike, gauging and judging. He looked at the build of their muscles, the roughness (or smoothness) of their hands, the look in their eyes, their stance, and a multitude of other facets and factors.<br/><br/>At no point, however, did he say anything to anyone. He was very much a 'speak only when spoken to' kind of person, apparently. Of course, whether he is truly like that or not remains to be seen; first impressions can be misleading.<br/><br/>Before it got too late, he made sure to do the smart thing, like most drifters, and refill his canteen, restock on some healing items and trail rations, as well as get some feed to give to his horse. (http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs43/f/2009/089/c/c/The_Red_Hare_by_Leashe.jpg) The large, red stallion, with his somewhat ornate coverings, seemed to barely move from where it stood. Eyes constantly roamed, and watched, and every so often, when someone got a little too close, he would let out a loud huff. What some may take as a warning.<br/><br/>Once his provisions were all set and safely stored in his saddlebags, he got out his bedroll, and made camp much like Nicky had; close enough to the fire that he could benefit from its warmth and glow, but distanced from the others. He ate a modest meal of flat bread and jerky, and drank from a canteen that, judging by its scent, does not contain pure water, but something else.<br/>