a few minutes later i eventually reach the objective and see it's a sculpture of some kind getting off my bike and walk with it to the sculpture and i begin to investigates its somehow not noticing the others have made camp nearby "hmmmm? intriguing very intriguing" i say as i run my hand over it, then i walk back the bike and start looking through the bags "where's that bloody book? i know it's somewhere in here".
I stop being french and pull a sleeping bag out of my pack. I set it down on the back two seats. Then I walk over to the campfire.
"You want some adreneline to keep you up?"
"well it's too dark now i'll rest and investigate in the morning" he said "it doesn't matter woon" he hears to his right he looks over and sees the others have made camp "son of a.....gun" then grabbing a sleeping bag from one of the bags on the bike and walks over "hey there" and settles down then pulls out his gun and puts it under his pillow just in case at the campsite
"Nah, I'm fine as long as I have a book to keep me occupied."
I start reading Eldritch Horrorterrors, Black Magic, Ancient Artifacts and You by David Azathoth-Smithe.
"Im currently getting high off of Paddys excess fumes. you should probably fit your bike with inflatable tires. The swamp stuff will ruin the paintjob."
I yawn, and glance at the others.
"So errybody. Figured out who's quest it is yet?"
"i say we wait until dawn, so i can get proper look at that sculpture hell maybe it will tell us who's quest we're on if i look hard enough" he said as took a sip of water.
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