The sorceress talked, but not much, and not often when Renolf wasn't directing his never-ending questions at her. She shared a few stories, but they were always of guests who'd stayed at her family's inn or recounts of tales her uncle had told when she was younger, nothing about herself. For her part, she seemed content listening to the others and<br/><br/>When the more experienced members of the cadre seemed satisfied with the camp site, Aylin shrugged off her pack and began to assemble her tent.<br/><br/>"My magic can get kind of shaky when I don't sleep through the night," she said, fumbling with the poles, "but I should be okay on the first or last shift."