Exhausted and still feeling gloomy from the recent rainy weather, the current atmosphere amongst the men wasn't the most pleasant.
Andras couldn't blame them as he himself felt fatigue creeping up on him, his eyelids felt drowsy.
His muscles were sore, especially the shoulders and arms from assisting with the rowing of the long boat.
Andras thighs felt very cramped and heavy like he was pulling a donkey cart behind him with every step that he took.
Everyone had been affected by the bad weather and none were in a good mood.
By time he reached over to where the men stood crowded around the campfire an argument had occurred before his arrival and sides had been drawn.
Two of the representatives for each side of the argument were circling each other ready to settle their disagreements with their fists instead of common sense.
"Somebody, tell me what's going on?" inquired Andras to the closest men.
"The men are arguing over who should cook the dinner," was the quick response.
