Sarah sits by the campfire, her eyes look as though she sees through the world. You sit down next to her, the movement snaps her out of her trance, she back slightly, looking over to you. The light from the fire bounces off her plate armor. hey. Didn’t see you when the lords were handing out our payment for the battle. Honestly I thought you might’ve died during the siege, seeing you here is a relief. her voice is low, a little raspy from screaming battle cries a few hours earlier. so… care to recount how many fell to your blade? she asks, cracking a small rare smile.