<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/TNcGFy0.jpg?2)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Najarala<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Old Bastion Keep | Fire Pit | Entrance<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open; All<br/><strong>Notable Content:</strong>Inner workings of his mind / Late to the Party<br/><hr/>In the hall a sound of a singular whetstone being scrapped against a blade keeping the edge sharp. Najarala had been disinterested in the talk between them all since it was something he had pondered on doing on his own since the first day. He had been compelled to travel on his own, but the danger out weighed his sense of adventure. That wasn't his goal at all; what he truly desired was to remember anything if there was something worthwhile in his cerebellum. Maybe whatever had stripped him of all of these mundane memories had did him a service? On occasion he would raise his hand up and attempt to smoke, but there was nothing there. No doubt an old habit that still persisted even after being stuck here. What had he been like before this? It was all a mystery which pledged his very mind, yet never showed it to the others. To them he never seemed to care about anything he lazied about during the day and watched the sun rise and fall over the horizon. At night he would sit outside while the others were asleep and ate only half of his rations and gave the rest to those that were hungrier than himself. The warrior was very sociable, yet being cooped up with so many could drive anyone to be a tad bit introvert.<br/><br/>With a heavy sigh he got up with weapon in hand towards the fire pit without a gumption of what had transpired. It would seem that a touch of positive rabble rousing had gotten a fire underneath their posteriors. Najarala heard small bits and pieces of conversations between the others and found them intriguing.<strong> "Never thought you all would actually get up and do something."</strong>He said before a light heartened chuckle. He had spoke loud enough to be heard, yet with the crowd so enthused he felt a bit left out. If he could gather a few willing people or join one of the slowly filling congregations maybe Naja could find something that could help jog his memory; at the very least distract him from it long enough to feel something besides the creeping feeling of bordom. Deep brown eyes scanned yet found no one that seemed by themselves or looking just as tentatively as he was. If it came down to it he would have no qualms with leaving on his own if need be; the journey would be harder, and his abilities tested to their limits.<strong>"Tsk . . . I wish you lot the best then. I can handle this on my own."</strong>The sheathed blade rested on his shoulder as he pivoted around and walked off to see if he could gain access to a map. As he walked off he unconsciously reached into his pocket and searched for something that was there. He was craving a smoke, yet lacked the funds or resources to get them. Even so his subconscious went along with it; pretending to bring it to his lips and taking a long drag before he realized it and shook off the feeling.<em>'I gotta stop doing that.'</em>rolling his eyes at his own foolish actions and casually walked towards the entrance of the keep.