07.01g: The Seventh Winter (Refreshments)

[The Raven]

The Raven ponders a moment and comments: "I suppose that's as good a place as any..." and wanders off towards the same table.

[khadjair]

Cameron snaps out of his reverie, pulling out a small notebook and sketching frantically for a moment, then slides the notebook back in his pocket, apparently having been lost in a creative fugue. He looks up and sees the others retreating off for dinner and taking their seats. He weighs his options carefully, rejecting most of the options as being potentially too political and thus dangerous. He takes a long look at the table with the mercenaries and decides that might be more his sort of folk; warriors seem to be the least-changed folk across all the Shadows he'd walked, after all.