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Arvin was well equipped for a daring escape. Though he half expected the crows to not go through with the assassination, Arvin wasn't at all surprised that they all had to flee into the night after the bloody deed was done, and good riddance to the man who had caused so many deaths at Ostagar. Despite his ability to shift into a bird to fly off, Arvin stayed close to the group, instead remaining in his most favored lynx form. The elf refused to just abandon his companions.

When the commotion with Valen and Blysse happened at the camp, Arvin had been out hunting, though he returned when the heated voices and shouting could be heard. The last he saw of his childhood friend was her running off after her transformation into a werewolf. He was gladly a witness to the battle that took Valen's life, though he sorely wished to rip at the man with tooth and claw, he doubted Severia's honor would allow for any aid, and so stayed put. Glad as he was that the evil man had lost his life, he was still upset that Blysse had run off. Should he go after her? Maybe follow her scent? Something told him that the distressed Dalish would not appreciate this, so Arvin stayed with the group.

Glancing back again the way they had come every now and again, Arvin's shoulders gave a slight slump. He worried for his friend. After the Templars had taken him to the circle, Arvin believed that he'd never get to see any of his clan again. Having to walk away from one of them was painful and depressing, and his ears still drooped as they walked. Though he'd stopped looking back altogether after a certain distance, it was obvious they weren't being followed. Arvin glanced up to the lady knight as she looked back to ask the all a question. Make camp? so early? Perhaps they'd all could use a bit of a rest after the eventful couple of days since the ball. Arvin sat back on his haunches and reverted to his elven form. The pack he awkwardly carried with him as a lynx was now hanging from his shoulder and he set it down. It was a small pack with Arvin's meager possessions. "No objections here. If anyone likes I could hunt some fresh meat for us all?" he offered. Though he'd go out to hunt for himself even if no one wanted the meat. Arvin couldn't get used to eating trail rations.