The storm had passed, with Rodrigo and Milene spending most of their time in the room. She didn't want anyone getting used enough to his hair to see his face. Rodrigo sighed, but took the time to hone his knives and check his other gear.

"I thought you left everything behind when the villagers went after you." Milene wrinkled her nose at the pile on the little table.

"The important things don't go in my bag. In my business, leaving gear behind is always a ...