OOC: This is the new IC thread after the meeting with the departure of Tobin, Pegasus-friend and the Pegasus.

With the departure of the Pegasus rider, once again the campsite quiets down.  The food is done, and everyone starts to settle down for the night.

-K

After their meal Zar'Da makes his way to the furthest edge of the campsite where his eyes shift to the nightsite spectrum granted him by his cursed birthright. It had been a long strange journey since he first glimpsed the world above, and he thought to himself this is but the beginning. With that he settles into his own inner contimplation while keeping a watchful guard over his new companions.

Talvaroff slowly began removing his armor, piece by piece, revealing a dirty woolen tunic and trousers below the metal and the padding.  It had been worn for days, under heavy armor.  He took good care to keep downwind of the party as he took a rock and a larger rock and began banging the small dents out of his armor.  His tapping makes a gentle rythym, and he seems to hum along.  tap. tap.  TAP.  TAP.  tap. tap.