Michael looks down at the ground for a moment in thought.
Sela, you never make this easy, do you?
He weighs up the distance to Kinthriver, his general lack of direction sense, his specific lack of provisions, the likely number of pickets, his complete lack of stealth skills, and comes back with only one answer. Sneaking to Kinthriver isn't an option. Somebody will catch him.
I really should have been a ranger.
He looks back up and squares his shoulders.
"Gentlemen, let's get you home."
He swings his shield forward to display the holy symbol of Sela. It's about time somebody recognized and respected the pillar --that much luck he's due.
Sela, you promised me a useful death. Help me to die well when the time comes. And if I get a chance to dance with Roselynn first, I'd be really grateful.
The first step is the hardest, but he grits his teeth and goes on.
"Hello, the camp!"
And Sela, you heard what Zaeryl said about us. Are you going to let him get away with being right?