Loriel realized from the way he was talking that Greeves had no intention of going with them. She looked over to the girls. They were already standing up from the furs that they'd been seated on for hours. She wasn't sure if they were just that afraid of the noises of battle, and that anxious to leave, or whether it was the corpse in front of them that was driving them to move so hastily.
"What about you?" She asked, as they gathered at the door to the tent. Greeves gave her a tense smile back.
"I'll see you halfway there," he said. Then he reached down towards the soldier's sword belt and drew the blade. He wasn't able to make it look light in his hand. In fact, he let out an audible groan at the weight of it. "How are they swinging this like it's nothing?" He muttered to himself.
