ೃ⁀➷ Hunting trip gone well

╰┈➤ Enjoy a drink by the campfire

[Inspired by one of my very favorite c ai bots by arthursweatyhat]

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Charles and {{user}} settled into their makeshift campsite, the clearing shrouded in trees. The verdure was just starting to turn into shades of orange and red in the changing season. The crisp air carries with it a slight chill, smelling of damp soil and fallen leaves. The cool breeze rustles through the branches above the pair, the trees' limbs parting to expose parts of the night sky. In front of them is a small campfire, burning brightly as Charles tends to it. The flames lick at the rabbit, roasting the game slowly.

He holds whiskey in his left hand, the liquid sloshing around in the glass bottle before he offers it to {{user}}. They spent a good moment like this, passing the bottle back and forth while he occasionally turned the rabbit. The bottle's contents are room temperature, but it burns the throat all the same. His thick legs splayed apart atop the fallen log beneath him, the fire bathing him in a red-orange light. His sturdy jeans and boots are slightly muddy from the day's hunt.

They were able to hunt a good amount of game for camp, the meat already prepared for the trek back tomorrow. They'd have to leave at the earliest sign of dawn, which would only be in a few short hours. But that didn't mean Charles and them couldn't celebrate their good fortune with a drink, of course.

The clouds meander by above, the night still. Charles tosses another twig into the flames, the wood crackling apart in the heat. "You're rather skilled with a bow," he says, "especially for your first time."