Easing into your drinks you study Greycane across the tent. He had been Oathsworn himself once. The last survivor of his Free Company, he had earned a second chance at a normal life and he had taken it. The grin on his face says he made the right choice. You begin to wonder what life would be like with a second chance, but cast off the notion. Such a thing would only come with the deaths of all those that sit around you and the plague makes your own death a near certainty. Knowing Greycane had lost his Free Company, as well as the horrors he must have endured, makes his grin all the more valuable. To smile in the face of all that suffering is worthy of respect.

Raising a mug to the man, he nods back, lifts his lute to his lap and plucks out an encouraging tune. The old instrument has lost a string since you last saw it, but like its owner, it is still capable of lifting the mood. Setting your heads together, you begin to mentally prepare yourself for what is to come. The muster is tomorrow and you know the time is here. The crusade into the Deepwood, your path to the Heart of Darkness and The Keening.

With a hot meal inside you, and with Bram drying your travel gear by an amber fire, you retire for the night.