Sagax quietly ate his stew during Sevine and Solveig's conversation, and went a little wide-eyed at the revelation of the red-haired woman being the daughter of Jorwen. "Well, that would certainly explain things." He thought to himself. She carried a lot of her father's traits, for sure. She seemed a bit more fiery-tempered than Jorwen, but that just made Sagax wonder what Red-Bear himself was like in his youth. Was he just as calm as at present? Or was he a raging mass of muscle, constantly barreling towards his foes and cleaving them in two without a thought? Perhaps that would be a question for Jorwen later...or maybe not. At least not in the near future, but perhaps when, and if, he and Sagax would become what could be considered friends. A question like that just didn't seem like something to ask to a stranger, but to someone you've come to know well.

Listening to Sevine speak of Jorwen like she did was fairly moving. Such great comrades, such great friends, who have been through Oblivion and back with each other. War wasn't all bloodshed sorrow. Strong bonds could be forged, and you could make lifelong companions. Perhaps that's why some soldiers could still be so merry after wartime, they have so many people to share life with. Friends could be lost as well, of course, but the ones you still have can help soften the blow. Sagax started to think about Caius and his service in the Legion. What were his experiences? What bonds were formed between brothers-in-arms? How did he cope with the loss that naturally came with war? These were things Sagax should ask his father after he has been freed, if the greenhorn had not learned the answers himself during his time with Ashav's company. 

After all was said and done, and Solveig and Jorwen had departed, Sevine announced her intentions to finally go and get some sleep. Sagax initially gave Leif an odd look when he invited Sevine to his home, but only ended up laughing when everything got cleared up. He was getting fairly tired himself, and was a little surprised to hear Sevine extend an invitation to Roze and himself. An at least not-frigid place to sleep, good company, and bacon sounded nice, but Sagax doubted Leif had enough room for all three of them. Aside from that, he had the idea in his head that, by toughing out the freezing warehouse, he would build himself up to being able to handle even worse conditions. After Leif and Sevine left, Sagax stood up and addressed Roze. "If you'll be going to stay with them, please tell Sevine that I have to turn down her invitation. There probably won't be enough room for everyone, so I'll stay at the warehouse." With that, he bowed to Roze respectfully and made his way downstairs, back to the warehouse. Not before stopping to get another bottle of mead for the road, of course.