Exton

"Ït looks like it might take a long time, but Tannr's gonna be fine."

You have to know these men to notice the signs of relief. The loss of Hugh hit everyone hard; for all that he was a taciturn sort, he was kind to his friends and well-liked. Tannr was a popular leader and a hell of a soldier. Losing him might have shut down the mens' will to fight; they all know that being a merc means you come with an expiration date. Mostly you try not to think about it, just focus on the mission at hand. Some deaths, though, aren't so easy to get past....

Marc sits and drops into a reverie. He wonders if the redheaded healer will call him. He wonders if he has anything to offer such a woman. He's a plain blunt man, not overly handsome or eloquent, and his manners have been shaped by the harsh realities of war. Where did he get the balls to think a woman like that might take an interest in him?

Andy walks by and notices Marc's absorption. The con artist can read people; it's part of his line, and he knows Marc very well indeed. He sidles up with a grin, speaking, "Thinking about the healer? Fine figure of a woman, that one, and looks to be as fiery as our own little firecracker."

From across the room, Lily hears and flips him off.