Re: Alienage Back Entrance
No sooner had Darrian answered than he was off again, his voice pleading for… what? Clearly, Darrian wanted Davin to understand that this was not the best time to catch up, and that there were far more important things that needed to be seen to. It was reasonable; there was always some kind of intrigue swirling around in the Alienage, and anyone who had any street-smarts at all knew better than to get too many people involved. But as much sense as it made, and as much as Davin wanted to understand the reasons behind his friend’s evasiveness, it roiled him.
“Davin, I’m sorry, but this is really important.” How exactly he sounded like Markus, going off to do something grand, something secret. Falina and Ordhan, for whatever reason, followed. Davin felt like a child all over again, forced to stay behind as those who were older, stronger, and wiser went off to solve the world’s problems. Perhaps he was just as useless now as he was then. He was not the most spectacular swordsman (the incident with the merchants had proved that) nor was he a great strategist or an inspiring leader. Darrian, judging by his parting warning, recognized that. Darrian must have seen that though Davin was taller and his jaw more square than when he was a child, he was no better than the scrawny boy who always seemed to have black eyes and bloody noses.
Yes, perhaps it was better to leave the hardest work to others. Better minds, stronger arms. Perhaps he would simply get in the way, just like Markus had told him so many times.
It would be easier to accept if the blood of his brethren was not on his hands, stained in his skin, the guilt of his actions seared into his soul. He could not undo his actions, and whatever he did in the Alienage, it would not bring the dead back to life. Nothing could help them now. He held no hope, then, for change, nor even progress-- all he wanted was a chance to unburden his heavy soul. To absolve himself.
Davin found himself next to them then, looking earnestly between Darrian and Falina. His friend could be swayed by their connection (which he was certain could not have been completely erased by time or distance), and the dwarf girl -- well, he liked to think that she was as soft-hearted as she looked. Her altercation with Dolain had proved that she was not someone to provoke, but Davin had given her no reason to either distrust or dislike him.
“Please,” he said, “I know that I am not fully aware of the complexities of the situation, but if I can be of any assistance whatsoever, I would ask that you permit me to join you. I’m familiar enough with the Alienage and its people--” he paused, glancing briefly to Dolain, “And I possess enough self-awareness not to brawl in the streets when subtlety is needed.”