Fresh from the walk down at the docks, Damien casually leaned against a tall oak tree, eating yet another apple slowly, his hands away from his weapons, which was unusual for him. As he stood there he looked around, spotting a small picnic of strangers, and some odd birds up in a neighboring tree that were making some odd noises. "Strange place indeed" Damien whispered to himself as he threw away the apple core to sit down and once more watch the picnic.