Blind-Eye couldn't help but grin to Rold's words. He was suddenly feeling a surge of youth spring up through his spine as he straightened up.<br/><br/>"I hope that we can leave as soon as possible. Fera is an efficient second, she could be done with the supplies already. So tomorrow we make for Falkreath, then we'll visit Skyhaven to honor our dead before we pass by Markarth. From there we'll break for Solitude. I am to report to High King Karl Magnus before we set sail for..."<br/><br/>He looked up as a Khajiit himself in the door way. He could see much of Jir'lazo in the ears and careful approach. He hadn't time to open his mouth to answer him before an Argonian in Daedric plate entered as well. He gave a grin to Rold and Shadow.<br/><br/>"I'm surprised you two didn't arrive together. Jirlazo and Arvess were pretty sweet on each other back in the days."<br/><br/>He stepped forward and took the two boys by the shoulder, giving them both stern looks before he spoke.<br/><br/>"I am indeed Blind-Eye Corvinus, Legate of the Legion. If you heard anything of our mission, I want you to keep it to your chests. I wouldn't be happy to do it, but if I have to flog the descendants of my friends and comrades to keep this under lock, I will."<br/><br/>I smiled finally and returned to the table, emptying the last flagon before he rolled up his map.<br/><br/>"Now, if you excuse me. I have to confer with my second in command on our departure..."<br/><br/>He stepped out past the others and headed down the stairs and through the inn. He was stumbling a little, and his eye was blurry. Hopefully he would make it to Fera before his legs gave up underneath him. After a whole day of seeing dead comrades show up in the guise of children he needed to lose his conscience for a while. He passed a Redguard at the counter who somehow reminded him of someone, but he didn't stop to consider it but continued out the door, around the corner and threw up in a rose bush. Perhaps he should have eaten something before he started blasting his wits.<br/><br/>"Sah, I've seen to the supplies..."<br/><br/>Fera held up a cloth to her commander, a blush on her face. She had seen him like this before, it was probably in the contract that she had signed without looking through that she had to see to her drunken commander. But he was a good soldier. Or at least he had been once. Taking the cloth and wiping his mouth, Blind-Eye grunted his appreciation.<br/><br/>"Very well. Make sure that each of my friends get a cart of their own. Just make place..."<br/><br/>"Impossible, Sah! The most I could do is put two of them in one cart of their own."<br/><br/>That was an entertaining thought. Whoever had to bunk with Shadow had better keep their hands to himself.<br/><br/>"Make sure that Shadow and Ashlin get to bunk, I don't want anyone to get stabbed for having wandering fingers..."