Eternis finally finishes his beer and steps to the centre of the camp.
Placing the tip of his sword in the dirt, he glares and speaks.
"Khal and Hazzardevil, do not be too hasty. This is a time of troubles, and a time of fear. We must overcome this by rational thought if we are to get through this alive. Baus, you are right to suspect those that draw blades too easily, but do not cast suspicion upon those that are simply impatient to slay those that murder the righteous. I myself had a moment of blinding anger when Qwaz and Blade fell, slain by simple illusion." He stays silent for a moment, gathering his thoughts.
"We must stay strong if we are to stay alive."