It was a bit cold in the camp, but that was to be expected. It was so early that the stars were still out, and firelight was still needed to illuminate the darkness. Elden the Snake sat near a fire, gripping onto his quarterstaff as if the wind would whisk him away if he didn't. He had been told that he was chosen for a mission, so he was waiting to enter the big tent where ll the planning took place. Why they chose him of all people to help in this mission, he didn't know.

When the time came, he entered the tent with others who had supposedly been chosen. Two female elves and another male human. If this had been a different circumstance, Elden would've been concerned for the purpose of this particular gathering, but the words and tone of Arl revealed that the circumstances were to be taken seriously. King, or Maric as the boy preferred, spoke a bit of the size of this group, but Loghain had assured him that this was something they needed.

Maric greeted them with a smile and a casual tone in his voice. It was clear that this boy was trying to keep his status from affecting people's views of him. The members of this gathered group began to introduce themselves. The first was a female elf named Cecilia, who had seemed to use the standard greeting to those superior in rank. The next was the human named Calder, who had stuttered and introduced himself as casually as the king himself had.

Then it was Elden's turn. Silently taking a breath, he spoke with a calm grin that would send a chill down one's spine if they were not prepared for it.

"[color=6ecff6]Salutations, my lord. My name is Elden. I am a Mage with a bit more emphasis on offensive magic. I am looking forward to working for you.[/color]"

Elden bowed to respect his leader, revealing more of the tattoo that ran from his face, down his neck, and further still. He returned to his standing position to allow the other elf woman to introduce herself.