The time following the skirmish, had, if anything, invigorated Logan. The blood and sweat he'd expended had been repaid nearly twice over at the collection of information and items he'd looted off the bandit corpses as the Shepherds had fled the scene. It had been rather simple to get at the valuables after the Dark Mage had taken an impressively sharp knife from the first corpse he came across. It also made it easy to separate a man's hand from his last healing concoction. He was fully rejuvenated and richer by both a Fire tome and said knife by the time both armies had retreated fully from the battle. He'd made quicker time than many of the other Shepherds in the desert heat, basking in the harsh sunlight even as the wounded faltered behind. 

Even as the sun set in the land of Ylisse, Logan stalked into the shadows by his lonesome, pausing only momentarily to confirm where the more interesting people, namely Lumara and Laius, chose to spend their night. The velvet of night blanketed the land before he found a corner away from the group proper and settled down, playing with the sharp blade in the cool air.