Soah kept breathing heavy, as each of the group voted on ejecting Soah from the party. After each had said their piece, Soah spat on the ground in between him and the group. "I shoulda bit your fucking throat out." Soah said, gruffly, as he picked up the cloak he had shucked earlier, and placed it around his naked body, now regretting showing the old mercenary any respect at all. Soah spat on the ground, again, a merchant cart rolled up. Soah didn't care if this was a possible ride to the next town, he wouldn't stay with the group. This was the same thing that's happened his whole life, ostracized Soah eyed the caravan, and then turned his gaze back to the group, before turned his back to both, and trudging off, wrapping his cloak more tightly around him, snow crunching under his bare feet as he went.