Meanwhile in town...
Steele wandered into the tavern and pulled up a stool. A burly bartender appeared from the back room holding a pitcher.
"'ey, what brings you here?".
Steele looked up.
"Impending war doesnt do shit for my sanity".
The bartender crooned over the wooden table and peered directly into Steele's eyes, with a serious glare.
"Well ya can't escape it. None of us can. It's a chaotic time and you can't let it consume ya, right?", he put the pitcher on the counter, wandered to the backroom and brought out a wet rag. "There's a time and place for everything. Right now it's a time for war, and soon there will be a time for peace".
Steele's line of vision followed the rhythmic sweeping of the rag against the wooden counter, distracting him from his inner conflict.
"Well it's calm here, there will always be pockets of peace, pockets to distract from the chaos".
(OOC: I haven't RPed since 2011 so I'm pretty rusty, trying not to interfere with the main story until I actually know what's going on)