As the morning aged and the sun rose higher amongst the passing clouds, I wandered back to my own camp in the Wolf Faction. Close to our own tent was the distinctive white and green form of one of the warriors of the Raggers. Its unusual form and pronounced ridge pole caught my eye and as I awaited for my companions to awaken I sat down to sketch. It seemed the Norscan weather was not too far away as I hurried to finish before another spring shower cast itself upon the landscape and my fresh ink work.
This would be my last sketch for the day as my duties needed attending.