Camden emerged from her room wearing a dry hoodie and socks. She only had the one pair of jeans with her though, so she was still wearing those in spite of them being a bit damp from the rain. She felt wholly unprepared for the cold and wet Scottish weather.
"You guys ready?" she asked, eager to get going, her mind focused on the promise of warmer clothes. "Yup," Matt replied, standing up and stretching. "Ready," Clayton answered, pulling his jacket on. "So where are we going?" Camden asked, curious about their where they were headed. "The Fox and Ferryman," Clayton said, opening the door and gesturing for her to step through. As she stepped out, Clayton pulled her hood up over her head to shield her from the persistent drizzle. "The Fox and Ferryman?" she repeated, intrigued by the name
