Gaille

Gaille sat up in his bedroll and rubbed his eyes against the light. He remembered staying up a bit too late last night, even with only two cups in him he'd been enjoying the folk entertainments of his fellow soldiers too much to retire until they'd all staggered off to their beds, or whatever served as such. He had consoled himself by saying he was there to keep them out of too much trouble, but he knew the truth. It couldn't be helped, however, and everyone was entitled to some fun now and then, so he simply got out of his bedroll and began a morning ritual.

The bed was rolled up and tied at one end of the tent, he dressed himself and went outside to relieve himself at the jacks. Then he returned to help Petros with get armed and armored in exchange for some help properly donning his own platemail. He donned his sword and daggers, and hung his shield over one shoulder, then collected the rest of his weapons and took them to where Bella was being kept, stowing them near her saddle, to be slung after she was saddled.

Once preparations were complete, he grabbed a bite of gruel, then headed to meet this Deimos.