Seeing them all charge forward without him, Cain let out a sigh.
Then he turned around.
There were two who had yet to join the fray.
Gilead gave him a wrinkled smile,
"I think you all be fine on your own."
Beorstone raised a mug filled with amber alcohol at him as he laughed loudly,
"Cheers, me lad!"
Cain chuckled bitterly at the dwarf then gave Gilead a nod,
"Then, I'll be off."
Gilead nodded then sorted Beorstone on the shoulder,
"This way, old Beor."
"Eh?! What wash dat? Yer wanna drink some more?! Why didn't yer say so earlier!"
Gilead waved as the two older men walked away,
"I'll try to get this one to bed."
Seeing such an... endearing sight, Cain felt oddly motivated for some reason.
He sighed then stayed still for a moment.
Likely in a few moments, the very first sounds of battle would be reaching his ears.
'I guess I better go join up then.'
He took a moment to fill his lungs with the rancid air...
'Good gods, I hate this smell.'
