<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/veslNm9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Welkin Gray<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fire pit, old bastion keep.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Xenobia, Ylaine, Aryl, Rahmi (indirectly)<br/><strong>Notable Content:</strong>Joining in, being an idiot.<br/><br/><br/>Four days can be broken down any number of ways, but at best, it was over half a week, and things were getting... Well, already they were weird. Now, they were beginning to get a bit troublesome. Food was running low, no one really /knew/ anyone else. And in the end, he kind of knew that eventually things would reach some unfortunate calamity. Starvation? Paying rent? Dealing with all of these issues and not knowing where to start?  It was pretty heavy.  But sulking wouldn’t get him anywhere. Being an adventurer was going to be dangerous of course, he might go out and never make it back. Yet there was no real choice in the matter, either they did it, or they died. One was potential death, the other seemed certain, inevitable and like the ticking of a clock. When doing something dangerous and stupid, it was best to have friends or at least people you could trust. The more innocent might way with strong heart and even stronger courage, one might be able to push through anythign! Good advice, except you needed strength in other ways, too.<br/><br/>No way in hell would he be the leader of a whole bunch of people. Some days he even doubted himself, and this was one of those days. There was a difference simple work for pay, and working to live... And to throw ones self whole heartedly into the latter, well... Even he was reticent about it. But some of the people still had the right of it. They were adventurers, they were made for this. And this food was awful, he wanted to cook something nice for a change, but he wasn’t the chef, and the food only encouraged him to do something. The woman who spoke about keeping others alive, clad in sanguine and vibrant hued clothes had a point. They weren’t here to survive, they were now here to live. They could survive off of gruel, crappy tasks, scrounging for every but of sustenance and shelter they could have... Or, they could fight.<br/><br/>And he was a fighter. Rising, he had a spoon in hand, clean though it had seen better days. “Ah, you’re right. Well, a lot of you are right. I’m already tired of this. This isn’t a prison, but we’re acting like it’s a cage already. Maybe it’s not a good idea to really go out there and risk our necks for life. But it’s the right idea. Hell, she’s got it.” He looked to Xenobia, giving a nod. “I want to live. And if that means dying, well. Not like this kind of life is any better. Names Welkin. And I think i’d make a pretty good frontliner. So I guess i’m kinda throwing myself out there a little. You don’t have to trust me, I mean I don’t even know all of your names. But i’ll learn ‘em, promise. Some of you have some good ideas. You, and you.” Pointing to Ylaine and Aryl, he gave a nod. “Neither of you seem like the big frontliner types like me. Sooo... you know, if you haven’t set yourself on partying with anyone else, i’d like to work with you two at the least. You know what they say. United we stand and divded we fall, so i’d like to unite with people who seem smart.”<br/><br/>Yeah, just go out there swinging. The easiest way to quell ones fears sometime was to put on a brave face and do the things you didn’t want to do.