Baconhands
The Traveller
Oras sighed, sitting in his cabin; the only person there; he was an only child, the only child of Chronos and it appeared his only friend was the small pocket watch he kept with him. He knew of the others here at camp, but he didn't really want to see them, not now at least. In his cabin was a chess board, near his bed. He was sat on one side, while on the other, there was nothing. He kept fiddling with his pocket watch, staring at the board.