The training sessions had worked to bridge the gap between members of Blackbeard's Raiders that hadn't been on speaking terms before, giving them an excuse to get talking. Vol had had more conversation with them in the past few days than he had across a near full week of marching.
It was odd, because so many of them knew his name, yet he knew so few of theirs. His memory was not apt at remembering. He'd only managed a handful of the more distinctive ones, with interesting things about them, like Harland and the foreigner Borne.
"Good, good," Harland said, relaxing as they began their walk together. The man had a round shield on his back, of the same sort of size to the one that Vol carried in his hand. His chainmail was also obvious under his furs. Vol had debated armouring himself as well, but the local smith had already been booked doing a handful of other projects, and none of the pieces that he had fit Vol's large build.
