Estev squinted, indulging in his unique habit. For years, his forbearance had fostered many such habits, which became perfect ways for him to waste time.
Estev pulled out some fine-cut tobacco and stuffed his pipe, then struck a match on his boot to light it. The smoke drifted thinly for a moment before he sank into his second habit.
Logically, he shouldn't have been smoking. At a critical juncture like this, he should have been conserving his mental and physical energy, preparing for the impending unknown. Unfortunately, at his core, he was a gambler. He always recklessly trusted his own luck, paying no heed to such prudent advice.
