Boyd after the campfire never went to bed. He stayed up the whole night inspecting his gear and packing his stuff. He probably packed and repacked his bag many times before he had in it what he wanted. His bag was a simple black bag that had one giant main pocket and then a smaller section. In his bag he packed some clothes which just consisted of some black t-shirts with skulls on them. They were not the typical skull but the punisher skull, typically associated with the military. Next he put in some food and of course ambrosia. He also put a wallet in there that had regular mundane cash, that he had collected from his outings, as well as drachmas. He also threw in a dagger or two as well as his black and red paint. He wasn't taking a lot this time just enough for him though. He also made sure he was wearing his necklace and two gold bracelets. He always wore them but he just had to make sure he had his shields and the replica of the helm with him at all times. He wore his typical jeans and black boots as well as strapping on his long and short sword. By the time he finished all of that it was three o'clock in the morning and once again he found himself in another sleepless night. So he just decided to grab his bag and go to the training area. He was going to practice a bit with his sword as well as a few other things.
When the horn echoed through camp Boyd was just slashing a dummy in half. He took a deep breath before he sheathed his long sword , grabbed his bag, and made his way to meet the hunters. Of course he stopped and stole an apple and orange from the dining pavilion before he made his appearance with the rest of the camp. He met with the others, he didn't say hello or greet them he just stood there staring off as he took a bite of his apple. It wasn't long before the hunters made themselves known. Of course he showed his respect to the goddess but as his eyes scanned the crowd of the warriors and he smirked at their attempts to be ferocious. Granted some had the look down pat like the lieutenant but other than those few Boyd felt nothing from. "They're trying too hard." Boyd mumbled to himself but probably his friends around him heard him. He just brushed off the hunters with a shrug. "When can we go? I will need coffee if we're just going to stare at each other." He spoke light heartily but he was serious about the coffee or at least some sort of drink to wake him up a bit.


