<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">Ragnar gave his mentor a bright and benevolent smile before returning a nod, the brute's confidence was gradually returning to it's normal state, his confidence prior to the scorching in Vadosa. He followed Farkas out of the tent before wandering off to find the red-haired half-elf.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">He found her, isolated from anyone in the camp. <span style="font-style: italic">How uncharacteristic of her, poor Vesper</span> He thought with a heartfelt sigh as he approached her. "You shouldn't do that. No good will come from dwelling." He told her once he noticed she had been crying. He slouched so he remained eye level with her, studying her face softheartedly. "What happened wasn't your fault, it wasn't anyone's fault other than that bastard Briarwood and that dragon. They did it, they destroyed Vadosa. I don't know why Kerrek would do what he did but.." Ragnar sighed, pausing for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. "I don't understand Kerrek's betrayal, maybe they forced him to, threatened to kill someone. I mean, he has a family, doesn't he? We all trusted Kerrek, it's not your fault." He tried to reason with her.</span>