Thread: How To Make Friends Who: Faer Arandil, Ordhan Wyland NPCs: -- When: Evening, 16 Molioris, 9:45 Dragon Where: Group 3's campsite Summary: Worried about the situation he's thrown himself into since becoming a Grey Warden, Faer finds that seeking companionship is enough to put his nervous mind at ease. Whom would be the best person to do this? Why Ordhan Wyland, of course. Rating: K Status: Complete Notes: --
It had been a long time before he could get a good night's rest. For the past few days, it had consisted of nothing but Grey Wardens, Lalin Adain, missions, his companions, his role as a leader of a group he knew nothing about, being a Grey Warden and now, as he grabbed the tent's flap for the entrance, he looked over his shoulders, his weary thoughts surrounded the sketchy Alienage elf whom was -- as of right now -- minding his own business. He sighed, knowing that he had to put trust in the smaller man, even if every bone in his body didn't want him to; after all, that is what it meant to be in a group, right? This entire mission seemed to depend solely on the idea that one dwarf, three elves, three humans and two Qunari could get along to the point where they could work together, perhaps not comfortably and perhaps not willingly, but at least work together. With so many people, he was more than aware that someone would clash with someone else and, as the group leader, it was his job to make sure nothing got out of hand, something he was not necessarily looking forward too, as anyone would know that he didn't exactly have the best people skills.
With another sigh (this one quite deep and long), Faer Arandil entered his tent and settled into his bedroll, trying to find a comfortable spot that would allow him to sleep through the night until it was time to rise in the morning for their travels to Denerim. Living in the forest, one would think that the Dalish mage would be accustomed to such living styles -- and, this was a true fact, usually he could find a suitable bed on the a piece of group with enough grass and sleep the day away -- but the nervousness he felt tingling in his body was making him rather restless. Though his body demanded sleep after many insomniac nights and the events that had occurred earlier today, his mind refused to stop long enough to fall into a sleep, whirling around with anxiety as Faer worried. The only comforting thought that entered his mind was that he was accustomed to such nerve-wrecking fear: if he was fit for a leader of the group just as wondering if he was fit to lead his clan, if being a Grey Warden would be too much for him like how he was afraid that he wouldn't fulfill the role of Keeper or how he missed his father now as he had missed his mother when she died.
His biggest worry had been his choice in accepting the Warden's proposal, if he had signed his (and his childhood friend, Jaden Tahal's, for that matter) death warrant the moment he said, "Yes." In his skepticism of being able to be a Grey Warden, he had questioned the possible outcomes of what he may -- scratch that, will -- have to face in the many things the Wardens would command him to do. When he was five, he wasn't ready to be named the Keeper's First, when he wasn't fifteen, he wasn't ready for his mother's death, when he turned eighteen, he wasn't ready to go through his Coming of Age ceremony and when he was twenty-eight, he wasn't ready to be a Grey Warden. And now, he wasn't ready for a mission, to be in a group, to be a group leader. He just wasn't ready.
He sighed yet again (this time gloomily and ominously) and considered that it might help him if he were able to talk to someone about his insecurities, at the risk of sounding foolish and cowardly. Through experience, he had learned that feeling such thoughts so emotionally and bottling them in was not healthy; before, his mother had always been his shoulder to cry on, the one he would go to when he needed reassurance and sympathy, but still knew the importance of being able to look strong in front of the people who followed you, knowing that if they see how dishearten you are, they will become disheartened as well. Before those particular words, he hadn’t known how much people could effect each other, just by a slight shrug in their shoulders or a single tear in their eye or even something so small as a look of fatigue in their face. She told him that, even in the darkest of times, it was important to stand his ground, even if he was dying, he had to be courageous, if not for the sake of himself, then for the sake of his people and for the sake of the people who loved him.
But who here would care about a Dalish elf whose only friend is off in another group and whose father was left behind in a clan? Out here, Faer was alone and he was aware of that, then, at this thought, he straightened himself up with a look of determination, knowing that complaining and whining about something was not a way to fix it. If he wanted to make sure that these people -- dwarves and elves and Qunari and humans alike -- he had to make sure that they could trust each other, and if they won't trust them, then they can at least trust him. And he figured that the only way he could do this is to know them, what their background is and who they are and what better way to start this off than with his current bunkmate, Ser Ordhan Wyland?