[i]Colin Roche[/i]

Colin stared into the eyes of yet another Tevinter man, his elbow pressed against his throat whilst his other hand held the man's arm behind his back in a lock.“For Andraste's left testicle man, if I catch you going through my tent again I'll shatter your skull, you understand me Tevinter? Refugee or not, I enjoy my little bit of personal space and I'm getting very damn tired of strangers invading it. There's nothing to steal! I keep my belongings on me, so if you want my shit you'll have to become a pickpocket. Spread the word friend, my next intruder is getting the example beating that seems so badly needed.”

With that Colin released his hold on the man and watched as he ran deep into the maze of refugee tents. Satisfied, he headed back inside his own.

“Tell me, why did we set up our damned tent on the edge of a refugee camp? Oh wait, I remember! The fucking thing wasn't there! Who in the Baker's name pitches a tent expecting to be overrun with refugees? I know I didn't! I mean sure, there were a few, but I didn't expect to end up living next to Tevinter shitting city!”

Colin looked around, wondering whether Eloen was out in the camp somewhere or whether she was just troubling herself trying to come up with actual answers for his ramblings. It seemed it was the former.

[i]Getting out there, eh darling? Good on ya.[/i]

Today was the day they were expected to meet up with the others supposed to be in the Divine's special force of volunteers. He was looking forward to meeting the people he'd be fighting with, but hoped they wouldn't all be knights and daddy's boys with silver swords up their asses. He was also looking forward to fighting the darkspawn again. He was only ten years old when the blight struck Ferelden and didn't actually see many darkspawn. During the battle of Denerim he hid in a tavern with a friend of his, the door bolted and guarded. Luckily none broke through, probably too occupied fighting Cousland and his army. He saw plenty later on though, there was a lot of work to be found protecting idiots in the deep roads. He'd never seen them in such numbers though. Never seen a darkspawn army, until recently anyway.

Thinking about the days events he strapped on his steel longsword and dagger before heading back out into the camp. He still had time and decided to go and check up on Eloen. Her talent for archery was obvious when he had first seen her practice it, but he wanted to see how the sharpening of her skills was going. He turned away from the refugee tents and walked towards the military ones. He'd find the archery range facing the river. Safer that way, less chance of stray arrows hitting refugees or soldiers. As he approached  from the side of the range he spotted various archers, most of which were soldiers, but among them stood Eloen. He smiled when he saw her. She no longer had her usual submissive look about her. She looked completely focused, like a fighter. With most people he would have taken the piss out of the seriousness of it, but in her it was refreshing. He enjoyed it. She loosed an arrow downrange that seemed to him to hit her target spot on.

“Yeah! That's how you dead a fucking darkspawn! You soldiers taking notes?” Colin smiled, nodding at Eloen from the short distance before approaching her. 

"Meeting for the Divine's volunteer force is happening shortly Eloen. You should come along, let them know you're interested and get a feel for the people we'll be working with. Keep nailing those shots, and I'll see you there, yeah? It's just down along the river there." 

With that he headed off. He still had a while before he'd need to be at the rendezvous spot, but he wanted to get there early anyway, see what types turned up. He wondered if there would be any who he thought he could have watch his back or who he reckoned might get him killed. Approaching the designated spot he clocked two youngsters, or people who were obviously younger than him anyhow. They both stood silently, seemingly in contemplation. Of course, Colin broke the silence.

“The fuck are you two so solemn about? Hey, it's not like the darkspawn are marching in the thousands only seventeen years after the last blight... Oh wait.” Colin laughed, looking from the young lass to the young man with a wry grin on his face. “Colin Roche, at your service. Who might you kids be? Wait... Shit... I haven't gone to the wrong area and ended up in 'Lover's Lane' or something have I?”