Stationed
@shipwrecked-chef
Maxwell had been wondering the constant for a while, he had ignored his instinct to build a camp and instead focused on survival, traveling long distances just to get few resources. He liked to travel, it took his mind off of any pain in the world he was experiencing. While he travelled he had come across a seemingly abandoned campsite, to which he began to smirk at. “Pssh...” Maxwell thought to himself, snickering away as he approached the campsite through the front door, looking around to inspect the place. “My goodness, what is this?” Maxwell was wondering why on earth this campsite had been “abandoned” if it was in such well-kept condition. Oh well, he thought, a chest catching the corner of his eye. He smirked some more and approached the chests, slowly crouching down, his backpack quite heavy. Maxwell opened the chest with his brow in the air, peering into it and beginning to scrounge around, trying to be as civil as possible. He hummed for a few moments, picking up some trinkets and examining them, not knowing what he had gotten himself into.
