Meesei elected to join Gallus in the tent with Lorag. Being that she was the individual he trusted the most, she felt it would ease his mind further if she was present. Ri'vashi, meanwhile, decided to remain outside since she did not know him nearly as well, and to avoid crowding the tent. 

Inside, Lorag was laying down on his bedroll with a half-empty bottle of ale in his hand. He was only vaguely paying attention to the world around him until Gallus called out his name. Letting out a sigh, he sat up lazily and stretched out the muscles in his arms. Lorag groaned as he stared at the bottle Gallus was holding before, with a hint of reluctance, motioning for Gallus and Meesei to sit down. “Whatever, as long as you’re sharin’ it with me.” 

Lifting up his own bottle, Lorag downed a quarter of its remaining contents at once before returning his gaze to the other two apathetically. “So, you want somethin’. What is it?”

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Ma’tanza shrugged her shoulders. “This one doesn’t know. She might be with the other warriors, or other Senche, or Bheja. Probably Bheja. She wouldn’t be hard to find if Ma’tanza wanted to look around.” She answered, though Tzirret’s following question gave her more pause. 

Ma’tanza stared down at Tzirret’s hands as she answered. “Ma’tanza is worried about M’ibasa. She knows he won’t be hurt physically or anything, but he has never been alone like this before. Well, we left him in good hands, of course, but he doesn’t know them as well as he knows us. She just knows he will be so worried while we’re away.”