[Inside his tent, Ren spends his time running a grinding stone along his sword while Rey messily devours her meal. He can occasionally hear her struggle with the grizzle over the high pitched whine over steel, and he can't help but shake his head to himself. The smoke had irritated his eyes, and he was happy for the solitude.
Eventually, he sets the sword aside and peels the last of his chainmail off, intent on sleeping to get an early rise for the journey toward Essos tomorrow.
The light dies outside of his tent as his men extinguish the fire. The cackling dies down, and the muttering is too far for him to hear.
The two youngest, on the other hand, do not retreat with the others. They are too busy sizing Rey up from the other side of the camp. The shorter of the two glances around before choosing to approach her. He squats down and tilts his head, a leg bone still in his hand.
"Southern girl like you must be cold up here." he hisses, not quite low enough not to grab Ren's attention just a few feet away.]
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Eventually, he sets the sword aside and peels the last of his chainmail off, intent on sleeping to get an early rise for the journey toward Essos tomorrow.
The light dies outside of his tent as his men extinguish the fire. The cackling dies down, and the muttering is too far for him to hear.
The two youngest, on the other hand, do not retreat with the others. They are too busy sizing Rey up from the other side of the camp. The shorter of the two glances around before choosing to approach her. He squats down and tilts his head, a leg bone still in his hand.
"Southern girl like you must be cold up here." he hisses, not quite low enough not to grab Ren's attention just a few feet away.]