[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Milo was wondering if he even had any food or old rations left in his pack for when his shift was over.  He had taken as much as he could carry when he deserted but that was a long time ago, and it wasn't like he was traveling alone anymore.  His thoughts were quickly interrupted as Casey came up and joined him. 

Looking back to Casey, Milo gave a somewhat forced smile back.  It wasn't as convincing as Mazelina's, but he was still genuinely grateful enough pass as awkward at worst.


"Yeah, thanks.  I'd appreciate the company - Casey, was it?"

As far as Milo knew, Casey was one of the early members of Brenden's ragtag group, though truth be told he didn't know too much about him.  Part and parcel with having a group this diverse and desperate he supposed, and he would be the last to talk about keeping to himself.  Regardless, Milo would rather have someone to share a shift with besides the vagrant who kept shooting him dirty looks.

"Looking forward to being able to rest without constantly being on guard..." Milo pauses, looking back towards where the group had just come from.  "Though I suppose just being in Renault might not change that."