Watcher and Ponderer

During the whole argument, Miles considered saying something. Maybe about how he disagreed with the gods, and felt that his harsh past was their doing. Or that they dont deserve the credit they are given. He was never one for faith, he lost that touch ages ago. As if all that is inside his shell of armor is a lost man, punished by lies and mistreatment. He did agree with the Jotun though, humans were greedy, the only reason he went after the scales was to make some huge coin.

By the time Miles turned back in, he heard the Jotuns apologies.

"No need for any forgiveness, we all deserve our voices of doubt." Replied Miles with a nod.

He was somewhat startled when he saw the old madman pop up beside him, asking about his secrets, obviously curious about the life of an spellsword.

"There is always a time that the stories will pour, the thoughts flood, and the mind leaks. Not now though, I just want to keep my mind on our mission." Answered Miles, hoping that his wording intrigued the old fool.

He considered walking towards Naurfast, and checking our the mighty beast; the last time he saw one of those wolves was in his days as a mercenary, when he was sent to dispel a pack of them from nearby the lumber mills; but he decided against it. So he kept walking, and wondered what will lay ahead, which reminded him, he still had to carve the head of that bear carving he was working on.

"Will we be resting before, or after we meet this necromancer?" He asked loudly, to anyone who cares to answer.