"Well, if it's anything like that incident with the scout that found us yesterday, I could certainly see half his face being missing if he kept it up," Gallus said, rubbing his own cheek.

With the chefs calling out that breakfast was ready to serve, almost everyone stood up to line up for food. The rationing meant that serves were relatively small, but it would be enough to sate them. It took a few minutes to accommodate everyone that was going to eat by the river, but the group wandered down with their cuts of meats and roasted foraged root vegetables as soon as they felt like it.

Gallus stayed behind with the remains of the group to socialise, but was sure to leave with Do'ajee as soon as they had their fill. He did not want to keep the others in the meeting waiting much longer.

The group reached the river after a short walk and took seats by the water's edge. Sabine was still holding Peiter's hand, but she was curious about the Senche. Thankfully, Ciinriel was around to help answer questions as Sabine spoke to him obliviously. "I am Sabine, what is your name? You are a Senche, aren't you?"