[Center][h2][b]Tim Wolfe - Basilmeron Castle[/b][/h2][/Center]

Tim kept to himself in a quiet area, away from the others. Large crowds of strangers were not his favorite things.  They had twenty minutes to chitchat and get to know one other, but Tim wasn't really sure what to say. All of these people looked so intimidating, and of course they all had their weapons on them. Their mission was one of peace, yet everybody felt the need to bring the biggest, sharpest blades they had. What good was war for anyway? Violence only brought more violence. It only made things worse, not better. He felt that that everything would be so much easier if people just talked to one another peacefully instead of murdering each other over every dispute. 

The other reclaimers were talking amongst each other, but Tim had no clue what he could contribute to their conversation. Their were only two Healers in the group, but the other man was obviously much more experienced than himself, he was probably a novice by comparison. They would probably just treat him like a child that needed to be protected. He was starting to regret coming, and wanted to go back home, but it was too late to turn back now that he had made it this far. Instead he remained silent and prayed to Naga for strength.