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Jasper raised an eyebrow. Were they really fine leaving their campsite so unguarded? The main group of them were off in the forest somewhere, thought the woman with the hound was not with them. If he'd been here to steal anything or ambush them, they'd be in quite the unfortunate situation indeed.

The young man shifted his weight slightly. Presently aloft in a nearby tree, he was watching the goings-on with some measure of curiosity. From his vantage, he could spy both the cluster of elven-kin and the camp proper. His stealth ensured that he would not be seen, though the tree was a precaution against the hound. Having been raised for a good chunk of his childhood in his family's estate in South Reach, he was well familiar with the species, even if they were next to useless at sea. He still rather liked them; they were smarter than some of the imbeciles he'd met on the water.

Truth be told, he wasn't exactly certain why he'd bothered following them at all. But, really, it was a group of warriors most motley, and he was fairly certain that one of them was even a Grey Warden. It was not as though he had anything more interesting to do, and if Jasper could be said to have any overriding goal in life, it was to find a cure for his unending boredom with it. Still, they had yet to do anything of particular significance, Warden or no Warden, and the Pirate King scratched at a stubbled cheek absently. If it kept up being this uneventful, he might just either have to reveal himself or leave as though he had never been present at all. As novel as traveling through trees and swamps was, it would not be enough to hold his attention for long.

The world had lost its sense of adventure, and that was truly a tragedy of unfortunate scale. Jasper's uncovered golden eye glanced up at the sky and caught sight of the agile falcon enjoying itself on the thermals there. A smile twitched upon the rogue's face; at least Valhalla was amused. His gaze was soon back on the camp, though, and he avoided the urge to crack his neck. Yes, watching could indeed grow wearisome.