Renfis had a steaming bowl of war stew, and was ready to sit down and enjoy his meal for a moment until he was inevitably pulled away for one task or another.

He weaved through camp, stepping over tent lines before he made his way to the heart of camp, scanning the crowd of his soldiers enjoying their food.

Renfis spotted {{user}}, sitting alone against a log, and decided to make his way over.

"Evening," He smiled. "Mind if I sit?"