[h3][color=a2d39c][b][center]Ntaj Zoov Yaaj[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[Center][color=a2d39c][b]Location:[/b][/color] Adventurer’s Camp
[color=a2d39c][b]Actions:[/b][/color] Tending to the Flame[/center]


Ntaj was still sitting next to the fire, taking the branch he was using to stoke the flames and carving intricate details into it. He was thinking of making an owl. In the distance Ntaj heard what seemed like rough housing and farting from the orcs. A small smile grew on his face as memories of better times were remembered, but quickly faded away as Ntaj continued to carve his little effigy. So far the wood was still drying, with one side getting warm and crispy, but flipping them over would reveal that they’re still soaking damp. The fire was still going strong at least, and feeding it bits of wood chips every now and again got a satisfying crack.


But soon boredom took Ntaj and he stood up. He started to wander around camp a bit to stretch his legs, but he was restless. Fear and doubt were creeping into his mind as thoughts of betrayal started to rise up. He was still completely unfamiliar with this group, and try as he might to maintain a polite relationship, he could not trust them.They had very little conversation, no real incentive to stay together, and while they haven’t done anything wrong to him, he felt it was only a matter of time. Dinner was nice, but one moment of hospitality isn’t going to earn his loyalty. But he also knew this was unfair for them, as he’s expecting them to go out of their way to quell his worries. He was judging them to do things they either have no reason to do, or valid reasons not to do, and all without telling them his thoughts on the manner. That was the sort of a thing a wizard would do and then act haughty about it. Just the thought frustrated Ntaj and made him want to cut something down.


So Ntaj walked into a forest a bit away from the camp, taking out his choppa. He found a sapling nearby and chopped it down in a mute rage, hacking it into bits. In case anyone was watching or listening, he tried to play off this senseless bout of violence as collecting more firewood as he gathered up the large chunks and brought them back to the campfire to dry. Of course he wouldn’t lie if anyone asked him why he just chopped down a tree for no reason. Honesty was easier. But even after chopping down the tree, he still couldn’t put aside his uneasy feeling and went back to carving. He was almost done with his owl carving, crude as it was, and all he needed to do now was buff out the rough spots.


Laying on the ground Ntaj looked into the night sky. Figuring he was alone (Or that no one would suspect it was him), Ntaj started humming, then quietly singing to himself. [color=a2d39c]“O môr henion i dhû. Ely siriar, êl síla. Ai! Aníron Undómiel. Tiro! Êl eria e môr.I 'lîr en êl luitha 'úren. Ai! Aníron…”[/color] Gren’s hand slowly reached up to grasp at the stars, also catching a dragonfly that was buzzing around his head. He crushed it in his grip and tossed its remains into the fire.


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[color=a2d39c]“O môr henion i dhû: Ely siriar, êl síla. Ai! Aníron Undómiel. Tiro! Êl eria e môr.I 'lîr en êl luitha 'úren. Ai! Aníron…”[/color] 
“From darkness I understand the night: dreams flow, a star shines. Ah! I desire Arwen Evenstar. Look! A star rises out of the darkness. The song of the star enchants my heart. Ah! I desire…”
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