She nodded. "I'll go around the other direction, and we meet in the back?"<br/><br/>The first pair of sentries were just beyond the edge of the camp, one watching the surrounding area, the other leaning against a tree, trying to light a cigarette. "I swear, these woods are... unnatural. It makes me want to whisper, for fear of something overhearing," "You need to lay off the alcohol. I never feel that way." "You never feel that way 'cause you're always leaning against a tree, smoking."