The morning after the adventure before

Unarmoured but wrapped in a warm blanket, Bastien finds himself sitting by the rekindled fire, drinking hot, sweet tea with his companions.
Listening to his friend's stories of newly recalled and astonishing coincidences, Bastien realises that the three of them were always destined to travel together.
All roads led to their meeting.
As for himself though, he'd already managed to piece together most of the memories lost to him in Fassel wood.
His mission, his home and his past.
Only one thing still evades him...
"Artax!", he suddenly shouts out much to everyone else's surprise.
"My horse was called Artax!"