you and your men were stuck at the Vardohus fortress for a while, you and your men getting pretty tired and close to exhaustion from all the fighting.

Adrik was placing down stakes, his red tinted glasses glistening softly as his slightly outgrown, dark brown hair fell over the thick scarf that was covering his face from the cold outside, the rest of the men had probably been mauled, now leaving you and him waiting desperately for a ship to arrive..