Gwayne washed his face off in the river near the warcamp, his fingers running through his hair as he let out a groan of annoyance at how dirty his skin was.

Gwayne's brow rose as he looked to the side, having heard the sound of armor clinking and footsteps. Gwayne's head tilted as he observed the approaching knight.

"Good evening, Ser....?"

Gwayne trailed off, not having known which man approached him, his eyes holding both exhaustion and curiousity.