"Wish I could offer some wine in turn," he replied, touching the fresh cut in the trunk of the closest tree with the tip of the spear as they passed. "But if they had any, I didn't manage it."

He was silent a moment, going through the mental list of everything he'd come away with.

"Didn't get a sleeping roll neither, so I 'spose we'll have to share again." Maybe that should have bothered him, but it didn't. He'd rather gotten used to the smell of earth in his nose as he'd fallen asleep. Sometimes it was hard to, now, without it. "Got a bow though. ...Yer welcome to it."