[center][b][color=ed1c24]Marius[/color][/b]  |  [b][color=FAEBD7]Abra[/color][/b][/center]
	The idea of camping near this Marianne character sent a chill down Abra’s spine.  How was it a good idea to pitch her tent near the object of the extremely passive aggressive mage’s obsession?  She probably would get a better night’s sleep with the rowdy party that the Feroxi soldiers had thrown together because Abra would not need to stay away all night in fear of what the heck Marianne might do.

	“Er…I think I’m going to first go see what everyone else is doing.  If you’re here, who’s watching everyone else and making sure they’re not, like, causing havoc.”  After giving her excuse on why she would not be heading to bed just yet, Abra ducked out of the tent, leaving Jacob alone in his quarters with the dark mage.

	When she returned to where the rest of the soldiers, including the Shepherds, had been celebrating their victory over the church forces, Abra was surprised that almost everyone had dissipated and headed back to their own tents.  It was eerily quiet, since just a few moments ago, most of the men had been celebrating with drunken jovialness.

	After walking around the camp, which had so quickly turned into a ‘ghost town’, Abra stumbled upon where Marius had set up his tent.  He was sitting on a makeshift chair outside of his tent, carving a small piece of wood with a knife.

	“So, it this where all the sane people stay?”  Abra asked.

	Abra looked up from his carving, noticing the mage who had just joined the group after the victory over the church forces.

	“Well, I supposed.”  Marius responded, placing his hand on his chin as he considered his answer.  “Although a few minutes ago some of our fellow Shepherds had a little, um, what should I call it, disagreement.  No, that’s not quite the right word.  Drama.  That sounds better.  There was a little drama over there.”

	“I bet intoxication was a factor in it.”  Abra concluded as she looked toward where the three Shepherds had stood.  Marius shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to take any sides.  Since Marius was not proving to be talkative, Abra turned to setting up her tent.  However, Marius immediately noticed that she was stumbling over herself while trying to put the tent up.

	“Have you pitched a tent before?”  In response, Abra just gave the cavalier a glare.  A flame kindled in her hand, growing by the second.  “Fine, I’ll be quiet.”  Marius rolled his eyes as he listened to the young women is her (almost in vain) attempt to prepare her sleeping quarters for the night.