By nightfall the fortified camp had turned into a complete mess, like all camps of men coming together in the field to pitch a tent in full plate armor. However it was in a much better state than any camp made by a kingdom's army, since the disastrous amalgamation of household knights, levies, Mecenaries and camp followers brought any camp into complete and total chaos. That was not the case there - the perimeter was fortified and watched, and most importantly, there were no working women, booze or liquor to distract the men. At least there shouldn't have been. The only kind of camp followers allowed were professional craftsmen, working with their share of initiates-ready to fix banged up armor, fit new horseshoes, repair axle cart wheels and much more. Jeremiah was at one of those men right now, speaking with an experienced tailor about a set of torn clothes he had to fix. 

Cork found Gipper's hidden talent and used him like a gold-laying goose, pitting him against all sorts of templars in card games. It was some aura of luck- or a clever ind hiding behind that dull face- that made Gipper into a natural winner, and a natural target for sore losers. It was a fight between himself and three elves, who protested the seizure of their holy talisman - which Jeremiah had no idea why they even bet on it in the first place - and attacked Gipper, who didn't even have the talisman at the time.Cork was nowhere to be seen, the loot spirited away and hidden well. Jeremiah was certain Fenrin would get a cut from the action,  and he could work his way to Cork from his second-in-command.

"I need those fixed by tomorrow,my good man. I will pay you for your trouble". Jeremiah addressed the older tailor with hopes of a positive answer. He was not disappointed.

"I will have one of my initiates fix it quickly for you. No need to pay me, the order has me compensated well enough". He gave off a reassuring smile and watched as Jeremiah nodded his head and left. It was soon his turn to take the post and relieve Gipper from his position. He must have frozen ten-times over, all naked but a loincloth in his armor.

*

"Evening", Jeremiah greeted his man, who suddenly jumped from a prone position against a tree and tried to appear like he hadn't just dozed off. "Go and get some more sleep, Gipper. Let this be your last time it happens. Do you understand?". Gipper nodded thankfully and walked awkwardly off back to camp.Jeremiah scanned his surroundings when he noticed another man on watch, someone he recognized by his armor.

"My Prince", Jeremiah gave a small bow, as much as he could in his heavy armor, and awaited a response.