Recovery - By the Campfire.

The walk through the woods had taken some time and with this new fellow, Kilik having shown up the dwarf had taken the trip rather seriously. So they had to kill a bear but it wasn't too difficult especially when the weapons master let the templar go first. She didn't even have to show her abilities which made the woman even happier. This man seemed like he could be a danger and there was no reason to give him any idea of what her capabilities with any weapon was.

Pendra had just handed the templar over to a fighter who had come along with the wardens and started off on her own. Whether Robert had wanted to follow her or not did not matter to her. He would normally follow his superior unless told otherwise and the youth could sure do with a drink about now. It was no surprise that she had a hunger for a stiff drink as well.

Her footfalls were quiet as she strode through camp towards an area she knew others would be around a fire and just as they came close she realized that she was indeed correct. The woman strode up to behind her quarry, put a hand on his shoulder and hopped in beside him with a grin, "Be a dear, Gareth, and grab your woman and her trainee something strong." She chuckled and planted a kiss on the man's cheek.

With the sound that came from her man her eyes narrowed and she looked at his arm, "What happened to yer arm, love?" She was concerned as she touched his cheek and made him look into her eyes so he would tell her truthfully.

Gareth was still pondering things to himself when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He tensed up ever so slightly, but he turned his head to the side to see the familiar tattooed face smiling down at him. His grin was uncontainable. The peck on his cheek facilitated that she was real. "And what sort of time is this?" he teased while he stood up and scooped her up into his good arm in a hug. "Andraste's knickers woman, it's been ages! How have you been?" he said through that handsome grin beneath his beard.

He winced a bit at the mention of his broken arm. "Shield arm got broken by an Ogre who thought itself more clever'n me. He's here somewhere... and there... and there... and there..." he said while pointing off in random directions. He did end up hacking that Ogre to bits in a bit of a rage, his arm did not forgive him for it, his good arm felt like lead and his broken one like stabbing pain.


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Garoll looked over at Pendra and her returning retinue. "Hello, lass. About time you showed up, the kid wouldn't shut up about you after the fifth day." he teased, then tossed her a mug of homemade moss-mead. "Tastes like Nug ass, just like mom used to make."