The old dwarf hadn’t lost his step with the passing months of their last encounter. It hadn’t been long before the perverted dwarf ushered everyone back into the rear of the inn, quickly mumbling about yet another person joining this rag-tag group. No more than the mumbling ceased did a beautiful and obviously irritated elf barge through the inn’s doors, causing Rudolf to run like a child on a candy shopping spree. Tirian watched carefully as Aaerynn took a stance he’d seen before. A stance most elven assassins took before slicing the very lifeblood from their victims. Rudolf found himself backpedaling from the elf, yet still with a smile and attitude unshaken. Tirian took notice in Vordan as he released the grip from that great sword, a good eye this man had to see the movements of an elf. 

Rudolf seemed to eye over the group one last time before pulling everyone in a Kindergarten like circle, as if it had been group show and tell. Tirian simply refused to be treated like a toddler and opted to stand his distance from the group. Blue eyes seemed to stare off but his years listened carefully and intently. Not a single word had been dropped from this conversation as the dwarf Rudolf introduced himself to the group. Tirian had known Rudolf for the better part of three years so this introduction didn’t quite matter. Rudolf turned with a cheeky smile to the elf and prompted her to begin the introductions of the group. Aaerynn quickly expeditiously gave the most lackluster 
information ever. A child could read these facts off the elf with minimal knowledge of Wood Elfs.

Next had been the twins, a duo of younger persons and Tirian simply eyed over them. Inexperienced was the boy and receded with clear shyness was the girl. And yet he did not judge them, but rather made observations of his own. Tirian had only been twenty-four himself which would more than likely cause most of the group to assume his own ‘inexperience.’ Then the boy Setna spoke and revealed something that shocked even Tirian, Syndareans. The very group that had protected and aided the one person possibly more evil than his own father, The Dark Emperor himself. The girl Serna quickly added with stumbled words that she could cook and sew. What was their motif for joining such a dangerous journey with such inexperience? Only time could tell.

Next to speak had been the very same mercenary who’d confronted Tirian earlier. Blue eyes scanned to the hand he’d placed a small bit of his own magic into and wondered just how his hand was doing now. That look the mercenary held seemed similar. Hatred of the purest form and it was directly aimed towards the twins. His words caused a quick distaste within the mouth of a certain red-haired warrior. Next to speak was an Aavikkanian with a tone much calmer than the obviously upset Vordan. The elf finished with words of a wiser standard and revealed Elrithos had been there with the Dark Emperor.

“It seems like there is a level of distrust here.”

The voice was calm and quiet. His voice was not high but at the same time not low, perfectly in between. Tirian closed the distance between the group and took a spot next to the twins with an obvious look of protection. His eyes passed from Aaerynn to Vordan before settling on Rudolf with a nod.

“Everyone has their reasoning’s I am sure. I’ll make this clear though. One weak link in a chain breaks the fence. Or in other words if one person can’t handle the melting pot we have here then leave. If you can’t put your weapon on the line for the entire group then you’re only hurting it. What happened in the past is exactly that. The past.”

Tirian drew in a quick breath and turned his beautiful eyes towards Elrithos with a nod of respect. Any person who’d fought against the emperor deserved a level of respect that most did not show. Tirian had only heard and read the horrors that had been the Dark War.

“I’ll be the first to show my trust. I am Tirian Pherae. Prince of Durandal. My father is Tyrande Pherae. A very evil man who is controlling most of the eastern continent and is aiming to become the next Dark Emperor. I have a very important goal, one that does not involve any of you. You may think I look young. Maybe you’re thinking I have no experience. I can tell you the gates of hell have a line specific to my name. What I have done in the past isn't important, but what is important is that I am here to make sure everyone survives to the end.”

Tirian threw his arm around Setna with a clear sign of support. 

“This journey is important, to all of us. Who are any of us to judge? Every single person here has a cause and strength to offer to the group. So please. Drop the immature bullshit and see towards the future.”

Tirian stood once more and retreated to the distance once more. His words had been said and it was time for the last of the group to speak.