"I dunno…" Judas said.
"It's something different, I reckon," Greeves said.
"You're not really yourself," Nila seconded. "But then, you have been fighting for a long time. You really ought to be resting… It's not fair that we get to stay here, and have a quiet few days, whilst you're away fighting for your life once more."
"You're carrying out a duty that I could not copy," Oliver said. "Something just as important. If we don't see the trade routes opened again, and the city back to what it once was, we'll have a bigger enemy than simple soldiers to defeat. We'll starve to death."
He noted movement from by the gate, and could see that Hod had appeared without his noticing, and was already mounted, ready and waiting on his horse.
"It seems like it's time to depart. Look after yourselves, you three. Rest well, and I apologise for asking so much of you."
