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Sparks flew into the darkened skies as Caine tossed the stick into the fire. He hadn't much use for it now anyway, as Caleb encouraged everyone to prepare. A scarred eyebrow rose as he watched the paladin take her leave of the fire and set off to her own tent. Once safely out of distance, Caine turned to the rest of his companions and said, "One of the uptight sorts, ain't she?" He said in jest. "Guess it comes with the title of paladin. Her god must not allow humor," Caine said with rough laughter. Then he himself stood, as several other of his companions arrived. In such a sort amount of time, the camp managed to become rather busy, despite the true break of dawn being a bit off.

He couldn't help but chuckle at the Druidess's offer of help. Unsurprisingly, he wasn't going to take her up on that offer. What kind of man would he be if he allowed some twig of an elf to carry his equipment for him. Instead, he curtly shook his head with a grin. A fighter didn't need help. Then he addressed Veilyn, "Yeah, can't you tell? We're having a party. Sadly, we already drank all the booze," He said, patting the man on the shoulder as he walked past. "We're getting ready to leave. You're more than welcome to make breakfast, just don't expect me to play cook," he said as he made his way to his tent. Like anyone expected Caine to be able to cook. The fact of the matter was that he had enough provisions for himself. Of course if anyone would be kind enough to make said breakfast, he wouldn't be so rude as to refuse warm food.

Back in his tent, Caine began to don his armor. First came the steel plates for his boots, then the greaves. Next came a simple chainmail shirt over which his aged halfplate armor. He slipped his hands into the Tymora blessed gauntlets. He could feel the warmth from the gloves in his fingers, but no tingling came from the enchantment. Finally suited in his armor, he rolled his neck and shoulders, expelling what tiredness he had left in his body. Lastly, he donned his cloak and tossed his silver sword and shield over his shoulder and on his back. This was all the fighter had with him. Caine didn't have much in the way of belongings on the road. Just his armor, his clothing, provisions, and himself.

He stepped out of his tent, feeling more comfortable in his armor than he had out of it. He made his way back to the fire and took his seat once again, awaiting the signal that this journey was to begin. He also kept an eye out for the so-called breakfast that was mentioned earlier. He was also greeted by sight of Nevae. "Morning," he said, acknowledging the cleric.