Patience, Patience, Patience.

	That was his mantra, at least since he had left on his next adventure, and he had held it in his minds eye for what seemed like a long time now. BUT! He had been as patient as a stone, as patient as three stones and he had grown quite tired off it. Thankfully, as his calm had begun to shatter, the camp had come into view. It was unlike anything he had beheld before and an odd chill ran up his spine.

	[i]This is for true...[/i]

	Part of him had used the handbill as an excuse to make a small adventure away from the outskirts of Brecilian woods. He hadn't really given any REAL thought to what he might be getting himself into, in some small part, he wasn't sure if it was actually true. The sight of the immense camp had dashed what ever doubts or misconceptions he may have had to flinders. IT was real, IT was war, IT was many dead, IT was many dying, and many upon many in danger. He steeled his resolve, and made the rest of his way to the camp among the quickest of his land traveled. Now was, most assuredly, not the time to dally. He was needed, even if it was in a small facet. All the wandering, learning and training he had gone through would amount to something, anything.

	As he approached an entrance of the camp he flashed the handbill to the first human that would look in his direction. They shooed him off towards, what Talon assumed was, the direction of the gathering spot. The behavior he was encountering from the guards was a bit off putting but, to them, he likely looked like some lithe moron looking for a quick way to fill a grave. It was unlikely that they could tell he was of elven kind, as he kept his hood up and was not currently dressed like anything the average soldier would imagine an elf wearing. He shrugged it off, he hadn't come to be treated any special way anyways. He just imagined... something else?

	[i]What [b]COULD[/b] I have possibly thought to be treated as...?[/i]

	This thought, and this thought alone, occupied his mind as he made his way through the labyrinthine cluster of tents that preluded the meeting spot. It wasn't his fault he hadn't been more in touch with his elven roots. He had been taken away from all of that at such a young age and he hadn't been reintroduced into it until just a year or so ago. No one had ever taught him how to “Elf”. An annoyed scowl had his faced screwed up by the time he had finally reached his future comrades. He was far too deep in the ramblings of his own mindset to make any such off hand comment on their ragtaggery, which he most definitely would have liked to, and instead held the bill out in the air in front of himself as he stood on the outer rim of the group. The darkspawn, the war, and the meeting had all been put on the back burner of his mind as he debated within himself how much of an elf he truly was.