Charles sat himself down on a tree stump, sweat dripping from his brow. He sighed and wiped it away. He had been gathering firewood all morning for the camp. His strong bulk made it his job to do the heavy lifting. Most thought he was the definition of brawn over brains. Even though he was their 'leader's' brother and therefore second in command, he rarely took part in decision making for their group. Mostly just relayed orders and made simple ones himself. After resting a moment, he stood back up, his six foot, muscular frame towered over most others. He swung the axe he was carrying over his shoulder and walked off. For someone so big, his footsteps barely made a sound, you may not even know he was there until you saw him towering over you.

