Gorosk breathed in the smoke and found it helped to settle him.  The clean sweet scent provided some small comfort and helped him put aside the unpleasantness of his time in that prison.  At least for the moment.  He opened his eyes and watched as the Priest spoke and brought out the rest of their belongings.

"You seem more in your element now Priest," he commented as he rose slowly from his seated position and went to go unwrap and familiarize himself with his staff and his throwing axe once more.

Gorosk draped the woolen blanket over his shoulders, slid the axe into the folds of his open shirt and slowly moved the quarter staff in fluid arches around his shoulders, head, and waist.  Practiced motions that helped him warm up and required controlled movement.  

He ended this little exercise holding his staff parallel to the ground and sat down cross legged once more, resting the staff against his thighs calmly taking long deliberate breaths.  Every man had their own methods of prayer and worship, this was the way he had been taught.