Vinrel stood at the edge of camp, the hood to his dark green cloak thrown up over his head to conceal his grim face, his bow in his left hand as his right stroked his Red Hart's shoulder, Vinrel was considering going over the bodies once more for his arrows having loosed enough to put him in short supply, patting Lebanon once more Vinrel strode forward through the center of camp, slowing briefly to listen to the women chatter, deciding to stay out he continued on ward and began combing the remaining dead. Finding an arrow pierced through the heart of the Tevinter made him smile, all to often the memories of his harsh past would flow like water through his mind, how his Tevinter owners were non to caring, this was his revenge and peace of mind. 

As Vinrel sweeped the dead bodies he nodded his head to the Taskmage, he knew most of the others didn't care for the mages use of magic, it didn't matter to Vinrel as long as it was useful, and it was, he watched the strands flow to the Taskmage and nodded once more in approval. Returning his collection of arrows to their place at his back he made his way back to camp to help finish up tearing down the tents, passing the ladies once more he bobbed his head "Ladies..." he flashed a kind smile hoping to help dissolve the situation before pressing passed them and helping the soldiers break down camp.