It was oddly pleasant traveling with the group. The elf found that once he ignored the tense glances he continued to receive and while Lalin was more distant than usual, the energy of the group made the time pass quicker than traveling by his lonesome. Even so, he kept mainly to himself, hiding up in a tree during the previous camping night. The group’s distrust of him was clear and he didn’t bother pushing the issue either way. As long as he was allowed to stay close to Lalin and make sure the humans didn’t overstep their bounds.
He sincerely enjoyed the walking order that formed. Having Lalin at his side and the lovely Maeve in front of him was much better than traveling back to Denerim alone. There were a couple awkward moments when he would try to get Lalin’s attention, but Maeve would be looking back at him and Lalin’s focus always seemed to be elsewhere. Whenever he tried to make physical contact with Lalin, she would pull away and look anxious. He quickly learned the first day to stop trying and kept his arms firmly crossed over his chest. If she wanted to be that way because she was worried what the frilly elf in front might think then Dolain resigned himself to just staring at the familiar red-headed woman in front of him.
Dolain hadn’t known that Maeve was traveling with the group as well, and for her she was uncharacteristically quiet. He could only assume whoever she talked to at the Keep did not tell her what she wanted to hear. It was not really his business so he didn’t bother asking. He wondered vaguely what she could be planning to do when she got back to Denerim or if she was really a companion for the Wardens now. Dolain suppose the Wardens could make use of a… tent companion for their journeys to relieve the stress. He disliked the idea.
A light frown appeared on his features as his attention was drawn away from Maeve’s curves. One of the humans was talking to his dog. Dolain eyed the mabari, he felt a little intimidated by the animal though he would never admit it.
He leaned forward, glancing around Lalin and Falina to look at whatever was going on with the Mabari. The owner, Cormac, explained the movements of the Mabari to the group. Dolain watched as the man walked off, quickly followed by the other two humans. He glanced at the rest of the group. The elf wondered what could be up ahead… something that required all three warriors to leave the group? Feeling fidgety all of a sudden, he looked over to Lalin. The look was one of habit, but then he looked at Maeve and reminded himself he didn’t need Lalin’s permission to follow the warriors. They weren’t back to Denerim quite yet, things weren’t back to the way they use to be. Lalin might still be worried that he’ll embarrass her, but that was a risk he was willing to take. Readjusting the short bow on his shoulder, he glanced at those left behind, “Don’t worry, I got this.” He commented, “Be back in a flash.”
With those words, he turned and swiftly ran off. His pace was fast, leaping over roots easily and practically gliding over the ground. With a leap, he landed right by the warriors just as they were headed out to the skirmish. Dolain paused, his eyes widening at the scene he saw. His gaze instantly went to the fallen elves scattered upon the ground. He felt his body temperature rise rapidly, his face feeling hot.