Eryndor didn't participate in the discussion of his group, leaving it up to them to decide how to devour the entire point bundle which was the group of Ice Oxen.
He retreated to his tent, and began packing up after taking a bit of rest.
He also washed himself of all the blood and other substances which had stuck to his body and clothes.
He didn't regret using most of his water to clean himself. Afterward, he packed the bloodstained clothes tightly in his bag, making sure they wouldn't soil anything else inside.
Even though he knew that his Cloak wouldn't have suffered any kind of damage, he still took it out and inspected every inch of it.
Due to its existence, he had been able to fight recklessly during the later half of his battles after he got over the feeling of his mild OCD.
It felt far better now that he had washed up and changed.
Without stopping, he packed his tent, and regrouped with his team.
"Well, what's the plan?"
