Caspian retrieved his body blades that had been lodged inside the neck of the giant. Caspian had to say he enjoyed that, he had not felt the rush of combat in months. Caspian began to walk back to the Tavern, bloody blades in hand, and watched in awe at the destruction the giants had caused. Though Caspian had seen worse at sea. It never failed to surprise him each time, but the Crimson Company also impressed him. They all proved to him that they each could handle themselves in battle.

Caspian walked into what was left of the Tavern, walking straight towards the bar. Caspian needed a drink, he lodged both blades in the ground. Finding a bottle of gin that was still intact, he sat in the floor next to his blades, ripped out the cork, and took a long, large swig. Almost taking half of his Gin he took the bottle away from his mouth, be grabbed one of his blades and began to clean the blood of it. "Aye, today was a good day." Caspian said aloud. He could not help but be happy, rough many died, he was freeded from captivity and the death sentence, drunk a whole lot, helped kill giants, and drink some more. This was something Caspian had not experienced in months, he took another swig of his Gin and continued to clean his blades.