<div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">Ragnar was sitting down beside the small fire. Normally, he would have gone to practice stances but he was simply too exhausted to function properly, he just sat there, tired and silent. Rikke's lance was placed on his lap, solemnly staring down at the blade at the end of the weapon, watching the flames dance in the reflection.</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Brynn, on the other hand, distanced herself from the group. She climbed up into a tree and was laying down on a high branch, her back leaning against the tree's trunk. She was watching the sky through the break in the leaves, a nervous habit she gained from after the attack at the temple, it seemed as if her eyes were always watchfully trained upward at the sky.</div>