Redhawk Caldera Misplaced hours

There was something about the late afternoons this time of year that drove him a little batty.  The light disappeared quickly, it was cold, and it was snowing just to make things even darker.  Annoying.  And here it was doing its trick again as Quixote wandered around the lower slopes without much aim to his path.  He was just debating whether heading off the territory at night to go recruiting was even a reasonable idea.  Certainly people were going to be bedding down for the night anyway, so maybe his first trips would have to start in the morning.

So.  Now what?

Honestly, he had no idea.  He could go get a snack or something.  Or just go sleep.  But he was awake and probably would be for a while longer.