Sagax couldn't help but laugh at the cat-kicker's look on his face after being torn into by Jorwen. Seeing such a brute be put in his place was extremely satisfying. Though while watching Dumhuvud pout was amusing, the tiny Imperial would rather the man not see him chuckling and give him a reason to go off on the skulker, and so made his way to the other side of the camp as inconspicuously as possible. Along the way he saw many people making last-minute checks, making sure their armor, weapons, and provisions were all in order. The assault on the redoubt was not too far off, though the scouts were just sent out so there was still a little bit of time. Sagax decided to set his pack and sword on an open table and conduct an inspection of his own, as superficial as it would be since he hadn't really been in any combat and thus his gear wouldn't be too out of order. He first checked his shortsword, holding it straight outwards from him. The blade gleamed with light from a nearby campfire, its sheen comparable to a fresh blade from a forge after a good polishing. There were no kinks or dents in the blade, nor were there any bends visible. Sagax flourished the blade, which had no practical purpose as far as he could see, but he liked practicing the tricks his father taught him. Setting the sword back into its scabbard, Sagax turned his attention to the contents of his pack. All of his potions were in their right pockets, his food items had avoided being smashed up, his canteen showed no signs of leaking, his gold was where it all ought to be, and his cotton "pillow" was stuffed snugly amongst everything else. His clothes and armor were obviously all there, it would be a rather large call for worry if they somehow found their way elsewhere.

Between the bustle of the camp, the last minute gear check, and his own little freakout beforehand, Sagax never even thought to write back home. Even though he had made himself as positive about the situation as possible, he still knew that this just might have been the very last chance he had to exchange words with his family. Sagax dug through his pack and pulled out a bit of yellowed parchment, a quill, and a small inkwell. He cleared some space by setting his sword to lean against one of the legs of the table, and began writing.

"Piper,

Good to hear everything's alright back home. Sorry about that delay with the last letter, I got a little caught up with settling in with the company. Didn't really have any time to just sit down and write. 

You say not to do anything stupid, but I think I may end up going against that very soon. By the time you receive this letter, we'll have attacked the redoubt; a full-on assault. Everyone in the company will be there, and I'll be part of the main attack force. Scouts were just sent out, and we're all making sure everything is ready. Yes, before you even start writing, I checked my sword, armor, everything, so I'm not going in with a bent up blade or anything. 

I know you don't want to hear this sort of thing, and I know how upset mother will be just by reading this letter, but you need to know. I might not come back from this. The Forsworn are not known for their mercy, and they very rarely take prisoners. I'll fight as smart as I can and I'll try to stay quick on my feet. I'm confident that I'll make it out, but I'm writing this letter on the off chance that I don't. If I do die though, I'll try to make it worthy of song.

I love all of you back home. If I don't make it, don't do anything stupid yourself, alright? No heroics.

- Sagax."

That was that. Sagax hated being fatalistic, but he had to account for everything. Piper suicidally trying to cut through the Reach to avenge him was something that Sagax did not want in the least. At least with the letter his family would get some closure. He slipped everything back into his bag for safe keeping. He decided that he would ask Ashav later to keep the letter for him and send it in his absence in the possible future. Sagax took a seat at the table, not really sure what to do with himself, and decided to wait to be called upon for something.