<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Dasyra certainly knows how to push people's buttons." Ragnar joked in a halfheartedly manner, following the two as they made their rounds around the camp searchingly. "Wha-" He started as Vesper pulled him to the side. "Gods be good.." He slowly exhaled the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding as his sapphire gaze fell upon his mentor. He ran a hand through his sandy hair, pleased to find Farkas alive and well. Although, the brute could not stand the weight of the somber news of Rikke's passing. He nodded at Vesper before he approached Farkas, slowly detaching the holster that held Rikke's lance from his back. He stopped and called his name, grabbing his attention. Ragnar bowed his head solemnly as he told Farkas the news of his only son before holding the lance out to him. He watched silently as the master-at-arms took the weapon from him and broke down into tears. "I'm sorry.." Ragnar apologized as he wrapped his arms around him in an attempt to comfort him.</div></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Fortunately. Although it wasn't soon enough." Brynn grabbed the book that was handed to her, cautiously opening it as she tried not to damage the spine of the leather bound book even more than it already was. "It is not my place to do so." She murmured, her hazel eyes scanning through the inscribed text, leaning back against the stone wall as she read.</div></span>