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Deep into the ever-growing festivities, Mordecai had completely lost track of his brothers-in-arms. Not that it mattered much, he supposed. As long as they were enjoying themselves, he could rest easy knowing they'd managed to get a proper sendoff for their longstanding friend. In a way, the lack of their presence was in and of itself a farewell. It was certainly something he'd have to get used to, not having Henry and Felton stapled to either side. Mordecai shrugged, perhaps this was all part of some plan the God-Emperor was arranging. Only time would tell.

Tucking away his gift from the Major, Mordecai set about wandering alone through the throng of celebrating Guardsmen. People passing around lho-sticks and bottles of every shape and size, rations and foodstuffs of all types being worked into far more edible stews and soups, and gambling as far as the eye could see. Despite this massive aura of celebration and enjoyment, the general sense of foreboding would not leave Mordecai's mind. Perhaps that's why, instead of continuing to drink and sing with the various rowdy folk, he chose to sit down at a hearty campfire, chiefly occupied by a band of tribals, but also an odd fellow dressed in a ramshackle assortment of armor and clothing, as well as what looked to be a Cadian private so small, Mordecai wasn't sure they could have passed for a Whiteshield, let alone a fully-trained soldier.

Sidling up to the fire and taking a seat, he offered the tribals a wave. "Hope you lads don't mind, been looking for a place to rest my feet." The odd man out was chatting with the Cadian, who Mordecai noted seemed to be younger gal rather than the scrawny teenager in disguise he'd expected. The walking patchwork quilt of a man was finishing up speaking, his strange accent wreaking havoc on Mordecai's already lesser hearing. He did manage to make out that the man was offering a hand of cards, though the name of the game, Voiddin, wasn't one he was familiar with. 

"I'm up for a game, can't say I'm familiar with that one, but in the end cards is cards. Name's Mordecai, by the way. Mordecai Tharn."

He'd offer a firm hand to Telaci, the other giving Charlene a mock salute with the first two fingers. "It's good to see another grunt of Cadia, miss. You from the homeworld proper, or a Regiment on tour?"