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Humans, just… everywhere. There were just so many of them, it was rather disconcerting. In his tribe there were only about 60 elves. It really made Kerin uncomfortable knowing that any one of the thousand people here could kill him at any moment, and there was nothing he could do to know if it was coming. He missed the quiet solitude of brecilian forest, no noise other than the sounds of the forest. Danger would be apparent to him the instant it arose. Here, death could be awaiting him around the next corner.



The quartermaster wasn’t the most charming person in the world, but he got him the arrows he needed. As for now, he was content to sit in a tree and watch the goings on of the camp. Mages performing rituals, soldiers training, apothecary healing. He knew that he would need to go to Duncan soon, along with the other recruits. He sighed, got out of the tree and made his way to the bonfire.





Duncan seems like a trustworthy human, though time will really tell. He has top-notch equipment and probably the skills to match, considering he is the leader of the grey wardens. In the brief conversation they were having he tended to stay away from Kerin’s personal life, whether out politeness or disinterest he would never know, but rather focus on asking about the journey here and his skills. He was likeable enough and nowhere near as close-minded as some of the other humans here, which was a refreshing change.
‘it’s good to know the harbinger of my new life isn’t going to make it a hell for me’