It felt weird not having the whole Company with you, still it also had a certain charm to it. The small group of 13 men had left the rest of the Raven Company in four small camps roughly a day's ride apart from each other. The men carried no banners, but the black raven emblems on their armors gave away their allegiance.

Oddly only one of the men wore a helmet, and what a helmet it was! It was shaped like the head of a roaring lion and it completely hid the wearer's face. Still, those who had heard the rumors would easily recognize him as Martel Corbanet, or Lord Corbanet as he wished to be called. He kept his gaze towards the ground as the sunlight made his eyes ache. "If it had not been my own idea coming here I would be complaining." He shook his head and headed to the tavern where he finally removed his helmet and managed a polite smile as he ordered drinks for his men and an empty goblet for himself. The group of armored men quickly found places to sit and began their own little conversation.