Still lost in his thoughts, Ayden absently picked at his food while the others ate their meal beside him. As his companions slowly began to stand and prepare to retire for the evening, Ayden spoke simply but firmly to them all.
"We ride in the morning for a foe that has taken someone very close to our hearts. We know not what manner of creature we will face should we find it, but prepare yourself for the worst. Blades should be sharpened, fresh strings on the bows, arrowheads of silver if you have them, and spells of war. I do not say this lightly, as Finder teaches that continued discord will ruin any melody, and that lesson applies to us as well. However, for the time being, we must accept our roles and do what must be done in honor of the beliefs that Lady Chasity held dear."
Standing up slowly, Ayden looked at each person at the table for a moment and smiled wearily.
"If tomorrow I ride to my death, I can think of none better to have known. I shall see you all at morning's repast."
Having spoken his mind, Ayden walked up the stairs to his room and waited for Finder's melodies to fill his thoughts and lull him to sleep. However, this night his dreams were filled with the vision of Chasity screaming for help while some unseen creature of darkness tore her body apart again and again before his slumbering eyes.