"Four of us? Practically an enclave."

Go ahead and call him pathetic, Fjord. He can hardly argue at the moment, and likely wouldn't. Revel contemplates the fire as the half-orc offers him shelter for as long as he needs it, and there is something that just doesn't settle right. He's waiting for the other shoe to drop.

A smirk tugs at his mouth.

"Of course they won't mind, I'm a fucking delight."