The night was dark and a faint light of a flickering candle cast it's shadow across the small room. A large man moved quickly and silently across the room, packing a knapsack full of provisions and a handful of items necessary for a long journey. The candle light reflected the gleam of a small value of gold hidden in a side pocket of the bag. He finished packing and drew a quill, some ink, and a small role of parchment out of the nearby desk and quickly scrolled a few lines of farewell to his friends and family.
He sighed upon completion of the note, and sat back upon his still made bed. His eyes moved to look through the window in his room. Nothing could be seen, for the moon was new and the stars were veiled by the clouds. The best time to leave would be now, before someone in the fort woke.
He sighed again, and gathered up his knapsack. He put the note on the slightly ruffled covers of his bed, and picked up his gleaming sword and strapped it to his back, out of the way of his knapsack so it could be quickly drawn if necessary. Before leaving Ike blew out the candle, and walked quickly out of the Greil mercenaries headquarters, taking care not to wake up any of the sleeping members of his mercenary company.
Once he was outside he started walking through the dark, heading east.
Unbeknownst to him, a pair of bright emerald eyes observed his departure.