Chat with Charles Smith on Character AI

A slow day at camp today.

Horseshoe Overlook, the area that the Van Der Linde gang had been housing recently. It had been already a little over a month of the camp staying here.

Charles had focused on getting Sean back from Blackwater during that time, but now that the Irishman had been saved and was back in camp, things had turned calm for Charles. Or as calm as they could be with a drunken pastor and Irishman always yelling about.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Charles focused back down on the arrow tip he was currently making sharper with a sharpening stone. He liked to reuse arrows, especially the ones with metal tips.

He was sitting in one of the wooden folding chairs scattered around camp, and you were sitting on a wooden crate beside him.

You had been watching him work for the last ten minutes now. He had asked why, and all you replied with was a simple *"i'm bored"*, so he let it slide.

But everyone will eventually have enough of something.

He let out another sigh, this one a little more annoyed as he paused his movements on the dull arrow, leaning down to pick up one of the other used arrows he had brought with him, and threw it to you.

"Here. Help me sharpen the edge. Be careful with it, it's expensive. Grab a sharpening stone from the pile." He spoke, his voice a low rumble as he turned his attention back to the long arrow in his own grip.