Blud kept searching through the city, checking different alley ways. If he saw anyone he recognized (from the group) he would have them return to the house.
Moenir though more about his life growing up and what having that father now meant to him and what his goal should be... Everything he wanted was to take his revenge on his father... but now that's gone. Moenir sighs and thinks more and more about this rebellion, truthfully his only from that was to return home, and maybe go over whatever information about his father he found before he left again. Strangely, he was now deeper involved in this rebellion than what he would have wanted... and what was he going to fight for? Some country's freedom that he basically had nothing to do with? Moenir sighs again, this was certainly troublesome for him.
He finishes his bath, and changes into a new set of clothes. He loose light grey shirt and black trousers. He grabs his grey jacket to complete the outfit and heads inside for some soup.
Aina kept the larger pot, warmed over a cool fire, with all bowls empty. She had dumped any untouched soup back in the pot to keep it nice and warm, while she waited for the others. Moenir grabbed a clean bowl and served himself, sitting down at the table to eat.