One last visit to his quarters--what had been his quarters.

No, Drift. Don't think like that. You will be back. One way or the other, you'll be back. And you'll have done some real good, and be able to help defeat Tarn. So you're not leaving, he told himself, as much as making sure everything is set for your return.

He nods, coding his quarters locked. With one last check of his weapons, his fingers closing over the hilt of the Great Sword for a moment, before he moved down the hall, and on his way.