Deimos nodded. "All right so who's going to watch the campsite while we get firewood?"
The ax that was used for gathering wood was next to him but he decided to let Frank handle it.
"You're welcome," Theo said, spitting some seeds into the fire pit. He then looked around. "James should be back now, what's taking him so long?"
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James was being held by some of the local Domeheads. They had currently tied him to a rock and were debating what to do with him.
Three of the Domeheads were guarding him while one of the others was digging through his possessions and tossing them on the ground.
"Look, I don't mean any harm," James said.
One of the Domeheads "lightly" punched him in the chest. Though "lightly" was still enough to wind him. "Shut your mouth!"
Their campsite was on the opposite side of the lake, near the forest where James and his group got their firewood from.