Oleander stared gruffly at the wooden logs circling the now unlit campfire. Some of the campers had arrived but it seemed that the new ones were still becoming aqquanted with one another.
"Grr...they're always late!" he mumbled under his breath noticing for the first time Sasha Nein standing behind him.
Oleander hated it when he did that. It wasn't like he disrespected such a well-trained Psychonaut but he it was the little things that mattered. Like being snuck up upon, and Sasha's glasses. He could never be sure what lay behind those glasses.