In the time that they had left the capital, Tihlas had more or less recovered. He still had a slight bit of dizziness from what must have been a small concussion, and he didn't feel as sore as before. He made his way to a spot with a tree, sitting down and leaning against it to rest. It would almost be relaxing, with the breeze and how cool it was, if it wasn't for the fact that the woman from earlier, who still seemed a bit tipsy, hadn't stopped pointing her weapon at him since they met. So, yeah, he felt a little defenseless in this situation considering he was surrounded by strangers that may or may not be Shepherd like himself.

But alas, there wasn't really a way for him to prove himself, and it was likely that he needed to put his life on the line to gain their trust. It wouldn't be too hard to do, he often took or blocked attacks for friends and allies that were wounded or defenseless. The sorcerer had been playing a song, in mourning of someone who had apparently died in the fight back then. It was dusk, so it seemed even more fitting than usual. Once finished, the sorcerer suggested that people should collect a few things and start a fire. Tihlas would've helped, as it would be a start, but again, the tipsy woman with a lance pointed threateningly at him wasn't giving him any indication to volunteer. So instead, he sat back and mumbled to himself, [b]"I need a drink..."[/b]