The sun was shining with wisps of cloud floating in the air, traversing through clear blue skies. It was quite frankly welcome weather after a few days of dreary rain that soaked the village and everything under the sun. It took the better part of last night next to the fire to get Marren's boots dried. His coat was still a bit damp.
He looked over at the rest of the party and held back a sigh. They were quite a sorry site, better than when they came in, but still quite ragged. The worn clothes, the bandaged wounds, and that was only on the outside. Gods only know about what was going on in the inside. But at least they weren't in a life or death situation. At this moment anyway. Marren checked over himself and found much the same with the bottom of his coat was showing tears and mud caked, his left upper arm still in a bind that the perverted “healer” oh so reluctantly tended to.
Still, they were alive and that was what mattered.
“Ready to head out?” He called to them, standing in front of the open gates.