Awyrgan had finished his pipe. Rising to his feet, he stretched. Most of the companions were close by.
Walking over to Brytta he spoke softly. "Here out paths diverge. I do not know your purpose, but I deem it an honorable one. Farewell."
Striding silently to the edge of the campsite he soon blended in with the brush and was out of sight, back to his watch.
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