Rudolf brought back something that Tirian knew the dwarf had. An entire barrel of the finest ale a single being could find in all the land! Leave it to the well-traveled dwarf to come up with yet another surprise to try and ease the pains of the last day. The soldier haunted by years of war took that mug almost too quickly and clanked it with Rudolf’s momentarily before chugging the glass dry as a bone. Tirian gingerly placed empty glass on the hardened dirt before returning to a standing position, allowing the harsh words from Aaerynn to fall upon his ears. Her harshness knew no prejudice, aiming for anyone and everyone to disperse ice-cold words upon. Tirian simply shook his head at the sight and turned to Elrithos now giving Setna some warm words of consolation. The desert elf seemed to be the most social, and definitely the nicest of the group second only to the beautiful Serna.

Tirian found his eyes falling upon Serna once again, resting her head upon Setna with somewhat of a discomforted face. Perhaps she was realizing what the world was like outside of that barrier. Or it was something else, something Tirian tried to bring to light earlier. Aaerynn had now disappeared off into the woods once again, leaving only the twins, Elrithos, Rudolf and himself. Tirian turned towards the carts and quickly began scheming something for the group to do as a whole. The red-head returned to the middle of the camp with a rubber sheet and two small metallic poles. The rubber sheet hit the ground and Tirian walked twenty paces to one side and slammed the pole into the ground, he also did the same thing for the opposite side. He then stood next to one pole and began to toss horseshoes at the pole opposite of him.

“Anyone interested in playing Horshoes feel free to join me!