"I could say the same. Not one for the loud and rowdy music, in fights I'm not one to throw punches either. So I guess I have something in common with these men." A smile growing on his lips as his hands rest beside his body to push himself into a seated position, gazing out to the water reflecting the sky and parts of the dock that stretch out to the horizon. As if to put more emphasis on his words, his eyes wander over to the bow resting beside him and looks it over shortly.
