I woke up before he did, it must be early in the morning as it is still dark outside. I woke up with his arm around me, it makes me feel safe. I embrace the feeling. It is quiet, only the crackling sounds from the fire slowly burning out and the quiet sound of his breath fills the room. His skin feels warm as I move closer to him, the blanket covering us both. I feel so relaxed.

Staring into the void
A place filled with memories
Bittersweet is your face to me
Taken from me to soon

Your fading gaze as life passes from you
Robbed of the glory you posess
A faint smile as you see my face
Then gone as silence engulfs my life and heart

Torn away from my love as battle rages
Craddling her I weep, sorrow and tears take me
Ever your love shall live in me
Whispers of your voice sing to me

Pipe smoke swirls into the breeze as he gazes out from the hillside in northern Bree town, looking from his elevation over the walls and into the grasslands beyond. He takes a slow draw on his pipe, blowing a gentle stream of smoke into the breeze watching it get dispersed and carried away as footfalls approach from behind.

'So, when are we leaving then?', Wil stabbed his Herald's banner into the ground before taking a seat beside Beolrath.