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After setting his herbs down in his shelter, Mark grabbed an iron pot pot and walked towards a nearby river to collect water. After scooping up some water he noticed some splashing downstream. Mark had gone uphill, could it be possible some other people were down there? Peering behind some bushes, Mark looked down and saw Matt in his underwear, swimming.

Of course... An annoyed knight was about to turn away when he glansed at something else! It was Myr! Why would she be nearby why Matt was swimming in his underwear!? Those two didn't seem to have known each other beforehand, so romantic reasons were out of the question. Then it must be a coincidence of sorts. If that was the case, Mark would avoid the awkward situation that was sure to come any second now.

Turning around, the youth picked up his now-much-heaver pot and began luging it towards the camp. As he walked, Mark wondered if he should have told Matt about how close he was swimming to Myr. No, Mark hated getting in to awkward situations such as those. Much like indoor chores, he wouldn't touch them with a ten-foot long pole.

Arriving at the camp, Mark went to his shelter and grabbed the herbs and a wooden stirring spoon. After setting up the pot with some stirdy sticks, the knight added the plants. Of course, he made sure to prepare the herbs first. Seeing nothing better to do, Mark plopped down and lazily stirred the broth with his spoon. Nearby, the sleeping Shadow was resting against a tree.