Tirian watched as the elf moved ahead without a word, utter and complete silence. Eyes blue as the sky watched as the memories of a certain someone began to surface. Aaerynn reminded Tirian of someone near and dear; someone still out there possibly looking for his live body at this very moment. The Durandal Prince shook his head quickly to refocus on the task at hand. Rudolf mentioned night watch just as the red-haired warrior entered camp and quickly did the elf snap a bitter remark. Tirian drew in a silent sigh with the level of distrust hanging heavy in the atmosphere. The prince scratched the back of his head before answering the call himself.

“Having no trust can be dangerous. Allow me to prove to you tonight that all of us are more than capable of night watch. I don’t sleep well anyway.”

Tirian waved off Rudolf with a half-hearted smile, knowing full well the wood elf would be holding a disgusted look right about now. Tirian took one final look around the camp to make his final judgment on the journey. Would this unit of assembled individuals have the capability to make it the finish line? Trust certainly did not exist within the group, which was something that could be built. Souls with a conscious were not meant to get along. This was simply nature at its finest; Tirian knew it would take time. His eyes closed and the soldier entered his thought process on the matter.

There was Vordan, the man was a complete mystery and displayed childish emotions, yet Tirian had faith in his abilities. There were the two elves Elrithos and Aareynn. One colder than ice while the other had been genuine and warm to everyone, yet Tirian did not doubt either of them for a second. Blue eyes fell upon slumbering twins. Serna had no combat skills and her brother was young and rather inexperienced. Experience can be gained but killing required natural talent and a certain lack of regard for life. Then there had been the two musicians. Certainly Faith would hold no weight in combat; however Caelis seemed just as mysterious as Vordan in that regard. 

[I] We’ll make it.”[/i]

Tirian climbed the tree to a branch opposite of the hateful Aaerynn, his eyes looking out over the distance. The night would surely drag on for eternity, they always did for Tirian. For someone with a mind that never rested, the descending sun and inevitable nightfall had always been a reminder he was alone. Memories seemed to crawl back with an everlasting assault to constantly pointing out every tiny flaw and fault Tirian had. No soldier, no matter the strength he or she possessed could ever beat life. Life hit harder than any warrior, relentless with a never ending onslaught aiming to always test your will. Tirian learned early that the best way was to face life head on, taking every challenge with excitement and prove you could live yet another day.

Throughout the entire duration of what seemed to be a never-ending night, Tirian remained silent as a mouse never speaking a word to his guarding partner. Tirian felt warmth on his face as his eyes opened to meet the sun rising. A smile crept to the red-haired man’s lips as he slipped off the tree to awake a loudly snoring Rudolf. Tirian towered over the smiling dwarf with growing smirk. The soldier leaned down and began whispering into Rudolf’s ear.

“Rudolf… Quickly the girls are naked…”

Never before did an old man jump faster to his feet with eyes wider than the red sea. 

“Where!?”

The noise would wake even the heaviest sleeper.