As you drink, you force your mind back to the present. The muster is tomorrow and you know the time is here, the crusade into the Deepwood has come, the path to the Heart of Darkness and The Keening.

There is nothing you can do to bring back the King, and you must lead the army tomorrow. With a hot meal inside you and with Bram drying your travel gear by an amber fire, you retire for the night.