<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Just don't beat yourselves death." Ragnar nodded, rejoining with Farkas, helping him carry pieces of repairable armour and weapons towards a makeshift forge the master-at-arms has been setting up little ways from the tent. While Farkas went to sort through the metals by how long and how challenging it would take to repair them, Ragnar began to warm the coals using the blade of a damaged sword.</div></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Brynn nodded. "Yeah, sure thing." She said, gesturing for Vesper to follow before walking outside of the tent, out of the way of Ragnar and Farkas.</div></span>