An archer and a swordsman, from the group of adventurers, sat outside their camp visibly tired as they rested during their patrol. The small camp that the group had set up in the woods near the town bore cheval de frises around the tents. Most of the group rested within their tents while two switched out to patrol every hour or so. Within the largest of the three tents stood Fredric, the groups leader and a large Nord clad in heavy armor with a large bastard sword sheathed across his back. On his table sat the statue from the bar along with various odds and ends from Eric friend. He paced across the length of the tent contemplating what to do with the statue, '<span style="font-style: italic">That seemed very adamant about keeping it over all his other things, so it has to be worth something. He wouldn't shut up about how it would make him rich but I can't think of where we could sell it and make sure we don't get cheated.</span>' As midnight neared he stopped his thoughts making to head for his bed within the tent.