The campsite was a well used one, far enough off the main road to not have a significant amount of traffic but not far enough away to receive none at all. A fire crackled in the well worn pit, but added little light in the pre-dusk hours. What it certainly served to do however, was provide a beacon for those that would follow after the sheikah on the outskirts of its warmth. Hanging idly in the grasp of a hammock, Nines paid little mind to the coals or the the rest of the things that had already been set up in the campsite. Despite the time he'd spent recently in the wilds stocking up on materials, the sheikah had managed to clean up enough to be moderately presentable. At the very least, his gear seemed clean and Nines had shaved, but his largest pack was still covered with the dust and muck of the road. He read quietly inside of his hammock, not the ancient tome full of puzzles but some trite and tasteless romance novel he'd picked up but hadn't gotten around to on his last visit to the Hera Outpost. More than anything else, the sheikah seemed relaxed. All of his tools were stowed, and the only thing that could even be remotely construed as a weapon that remained near at hand was his staff, propped up against the cordage at one end of the hammock. He paid little mind to the chirping of the birds or the babbling of the small stream that ran nearby, leaving all of his focus placed squarely on the pages in front of him. The fact that Katsuto still lay easily within riding distance by horse certainly did something to assuage any concern, but once he was lost in a book he wasn't easily retrieved. He continued to read quietly, leaving only his nose open for the smell of finished chili and cornbread.