Frey shook his head. "I don't have any plans. I spent the day... well, I didn't end up figuring out anything to do tonight." He was armed now, so that particular mission was done with. Now what? Try to find a way out? The larger groups seemed better equipped for that, and certainly better organised, but Frey was hesitant to join one.

That left helping others who couldn't help themselves, or who got in over their heads. Was there any group doing that? Frey couldn't think of one. "I think... maybe it would be good to decide what I should do with my nights from now on. I always let the Star Dragon Sword make the plans, and now..." Frey shrugged uncomfortably--he'd never been a planner.