Paxton had to pull himself out of his own thoughts in order to focus on Martin, his mind was still on the poor bastards that got forced into becoming golems. He couldn't help but smirk at Martin's little announcements, the older mercenary reminded Paxton so much of his former Knight-Enchanter instructor he couldn't help but feel eighteen again still trying to figure out how to hold his sword. Luckily for Paxton he had a female Templar that was more than happy to show him how to [I]properly grip his hilt[/I]. With yet another smirk at his reminiscing of his younger self's misadventures Paxton rose from his seat.

[color=ed1c24]"Well I will see you lot in the morning. Try not to blow anything up while I'm asleep, I'm looking at you little Miss Harrowmont."[/color] He said before he stretched and headed off to the ragged bed roll that he set up under a large tree. He wasted no time plopping down on the mat and making himself comfortable. The massive crimson beast that was Sasha quickly came and curled up next to her adoptive farther and soon the two were letting out soft snores that some how perfectly harmonize with each other.