Gareth sat down next to the fire that Ozias had lit and proceeded to eating his meat and bread. The caravan had been on the road for three days and were expecting to reach Lenora in a day or two, depending on how fast they would ride. Night had fallen and a number of fires had been lit to accommodate everyone who sat in small groups. Winter was closing in quick and the nights had become longer.
"So Ivan I've been meaning to ask," Beric asked the dark haired man who was sitting next to him and lovingly stroking a small framed painting of his wife. "I recall you telling us things weren't going so good with Elena last you spoke of her, but now you seem almost in love." Beric poked the fire in front of him with a stick and blushed lightly, "I don't mean to pry, I mean your business is your own but it's just a little shocking is all."