[center][abbr= E S K A N D R   |   R A N G E R   |   # B 1 E E E A][img]https://i.ibb.co/JKR1YZD/629981d22811d2.png[/img][/abbr][/center][hr][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][color=#B1EEEA]L O C A T I O N[/color]             |     Eskandr Camp
[color=#B1EEEA]I N T E R A C T I O N[/color]    |     None[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][hr]There was no honor on this field for Vali. 

The start had been good—the rangers’ assault on the Witchwoods before Kol’s arrival had broken ground for Death’s Hand to sow. But from the point he left those trees and made for St. Defrois’ Rock, the battle had been terse. 

He had some fuzzed memories of being pulled out of the mud and tended to. What the Eskandr remembered of the fight did not bode well for him—and he knew an enemy’s mercy is all that kept him from Gestur’s table in Gronhalle, if he were even worthy. Blood had stained his armor and cut pieces had to be replaced following the battle. It was his eye, though, that told the story best. 

Vali Twice-Born was fortunate enough not to lose it, though he was told it was a close thing. Mud and blood were a poor combination, and infection can set in rapidly—but binders could set to right many injuries. Still, the fresh-healing wound was sensitive to light and kept covered in a cloth when the ranger didn’t need it. 

Though still recovering, The Silent Hunt took every opportunity to do just that—providing food for his people was something Vali could do well, even with his sight somewhat hampered. He leaned more on The Gift, aiming with energies more than vision. 

He prayed, too, and thanked his Gods for the protection of himself and the survivors, for the honor of those who went to Gronhalle, and for the victory Eskand saw in breaking the gates of Relouse. He spent much time alone, with either his gods or his bow, in part avoiding his companions for shame in his performance in this new kind of battle. 

Eskandr moved on, though—the war was far from over and he could hear Bróðir’s beckons still in the voice of Hrothgar, King of Kings, bidding the hunter to follow his Bloodbrother back to Meldheim to speak Bróðir’s words there too. He was glad to be boarding a ship with Kol, who had been with him for the fight against the Yasoi. He was less happy to be on the sea again, knowing how sick it had made him the first time, but would do as his gods bid him. 

Bróðir called, and Vali—as he always had—listened.