When his named was called, Aedan's eyes moved quickly to the large man who'd stepped forward. Ser Drust was an old friend, and Aedan was more than happy to possibly count him among their number. He was of the Avvar tribe who had saved the Mavia brothers when they were crossing the Frostback Mountains when they had first come to Ferelden - if he didn't owe him his life, he at least owed him a lifetime of respect. Besides, the knight would have added much needed order to his usual company. Rudyerd was definitely his good friend, and Oisin provided top notch comic relief but Drust was a calm, collected guy whose attitude was contagious. They needed some calm-collectedness around the Keep. Aedan continued to watch the silent, brief interaction between the man from Dragon's Peak and his brother. It wouldn't exactly be like old times to have him there, but there would definitely be new, good times.
Next to him, Ruddy continued to whisper, though his whispers lacked that ever important hushed quality they should have had. He was certain that the knight was going to survive his drink from the goblet. While he had entertained his bickering through most of the ceremony, Aedan did little more than wiggle an eyebrow in response to his friends insistent confidence. Unlike the rest of the recruits, he knew this man, and he respected him. This was a life changing event for an old friend, and he wanted to observe with as little distraction as he could. He just continued to watch as Drust grasped his old friends shoulder, the two men trading the slightest of nods - good luck, maybe farewell - and then stepping forward to receive the blood-filled vessel. His eyes closed as he took his share of the tainted blood, returning the chalice when he'd finished, then calmly lowered himself to the ground, resting on both knees.
His hands settled square on his thighs, eyes still closed, Aedan watched hopefully as the man appeared to meditate. His eyes moved to his brother's face for a moment, looking for any emotion before a sudden commotion called his attention back to the current imbiber. His eyes had opened, and as he slowly fell to the side, all that remained visible of them were the solid whites. Aedan felt his body tense as he watched the man seize at the center of the room, his heat pounding in his throat as he forced himself to avoid looking at Allan across the way. When Drust's body finally fell still, he held a hand out, blocking Rudyerd from moving forward to gather his body to do it himself, though he wasn't at all surprised to be joined by his brother as he did so. Carefully, they moved their fallen brother aside, closing his eyes and arranging him respectfully before each returned to their previous stations.