"Oh...yeah I still don't remember them. Oh well." Harold says, itching to get some bow practice. He hadn't been able to try the bow from the armory yet. "I'm going to shoot some if nobody minds."
Harold perks up, and says "I don't have many. I like to do some math problems, and I love to read. Sometimes I almost forget I'm dyslexic, I'm reading a book so good. What do you like to do?"
"I am feeling great. My life was much more complicated when I was on the run. Once, I was being chased by three cyclopes. Also, do you want me to get your knives? I could use the running." Harold offers, trying to help.
"Hey, can't I just think in silence without being called out?" Harold says defensively. He was just thinking about when he could get his runs in on the quest.
"That was very apparent from my entrance to camp. We don't want anything like that."
"I slept great. I woke up extra early to go on a morning run, just to prepare myself for all.the traveling we'll be doing." Harold says, plopping himself next to Edgar with a gigantic plate of everything to do with breakfast.
"Yeah. I guess I didn't think about that. I should probably go grab a bow and some arrows from the armory as well." Harold says, and starts off toward the shed.