As the boy leaves, you make your way to the bar to where Greycane and Bram conspiratorially await. As you approach, they reveal steaming plates of sausages, eggs, yams, and soft bread alongside an assortment of side dishes from beneath the bartop. Hearty breakfast smells fill your nostrils and your stomachs rumble.

"A going away present," Bram says, "The best Verum has to offer, for the best Verum has to offer," he says, extending a hand toward the food and then toward you.

Greycane offers, "If you don't ask what's in the sausages, you'll have a lovely meal." But his jest is half-hearted. You all know the truth of the situation. This meal is their way of saying goodbye, and this time is not like any of the others. This goodbye is a true farewell. Even if you succeed, you have no idea what will happen, nor whether you will make it back.

After the best breakfast you have had in as long as you can remember, you survey those gathered inside the tent. Many are your allies, sitting at their tables, still finishing their own plates. While you wait, you look to the tent flap. The muster waits just beyond, as does your responsibility.