Mud. It was always a source of irritation on dreary nights like this. The caked texture taking mold around his boots weighted on his attention, resulting in a childish frown. Leaving tracks anywhere was against his well formed practice, so he sat there ignoring the hazy drizzle falling around the post he stood. A few absentminded sweeps of his footwear nudged wood gathered the night prior to dam up the flow of water evading their momentary camp. It was going to be like this all night was it? What a dismal patch of Hell.
With a sigh dark eyes fell to the keep the pouches fastened to his belt, nimble fingers procuring rolled tobacco from the interior. Some sap had traded him this earlier, though he had no means to light it. A crouch took his posture, cape pulled around shoulders neatly with hood aiding in dismissing the rain. Movement from behind caught his attention but he thought little to actually make eye contact, instead he rather spoke in direction of the sound. ▼“Have a light?” he hummed, in near demand.