"The two of them, I swear," Vesper said shaking her head, though she had a soft smile on her face."Lets go see if we can find anyone."She motioned them towards the large encampment, keeping her eyes peeled for any of their friends. The longer they circled the camp, the more it seemed as if they wouldn't find anyone, until a head of greying hair caught her attention. She gasped and pulled Ragnar off. The man she had seen was heading into a stall that looked to be for chucking materials for weapons. Vesper could tell that most of the stuff came from the surface. Broken blades, shields, and armour littered the bins, and right in the middle stood Farkas.He hadn't seen them yet, busy with looking through a rack of long swords that were in dire need of a smiths forge. Vesper looked to Ragnar, and smiled sadly at him, motioning for him to go first.<br/><br/>Off on the outskirts of the encampment Merlin flipped through the first of the tomes, not looking up when Bryn walked over. "Sure, but half of these aren't written in the common tongue, and the other half are fit to fall apart, so be careful, yeah? I didn't help, dropping them down that hole earlier. Might not last another hit."he leaned back and slid a thick book towards her, eyes not straying from the page he was reading. "So, I take it you lot got done with her? Didn't want to find anyone with the others?"