Raven's Watch tender, the body

“I am well,” he rejoined roughly—he thought he could be better, but knew it could be worse. He had his health at least, his belly full for the times he hungered. These lands were too good to them, even in light of all the unfamiliar faces that had suddenly come flocking to them. Synin was a welcome face to say the least even if they had parted ways far longer than Solpallur cared to recall.

“Stjornuati is here too—and others,” he went on, swinging his head to look over his shoulder as though he anticipated all of such to materialize from thin air. It was a short check, and his gaze was back on his scarred brother-in-arms just as quickly. “We have new others who follow us. My brother collects them like pets. New troubles, brother, always.” A chuckle, every bit as ugly as he was.