[h3]Djeld[/h3]
To be frank, Djeld had no idea how these people had gathered around him.

He wasn't even an enlisted soldier; he had just slipped into the group since they were travelling in the same direction. If any of the higher-ups had noticed, they hadn't minded him since he was making himself useful by helping around the camp. Djeld had even gone through the trouble of bringing his own supplies for the marches, camping on his own at night. Despite this, he was rarely ever alone, since some soldiers were inevitably drawn in by the smell of his food.

Not that he'd minded, of course. The fire was going to burn anyways, so might as well let more people use it. That night, however, Djeld was interested by the people that had come over.

Firstly, rather than it being a small group wandering over from their squads, they seemed to be made up of several individuals, a few of which made Djeld wonder if they were nobility of some kind.

Second, he hadn't started cooking anything yet, which was really the only reason that anyone in the camp ever came over. It was quite unusual.

[color=598527]"[i]Speaking of which,[/i]"[/color], he thought to himself. [color=598527]"[i]I should make them something.[/i]"[/color]

As he heated up a pot of water, he rummaged through his bag for the small box of tea leaves that he'd recently purchased. It was an unusual mix, so he was excited to see how it'd turn out, a grin coming onto his face. Djeld was completely unaware of how suspicious it made him look, brewing unidentifiable herbs with a manic smile. Immersed in his thoughts on how the tea would turn out, he didn't even notice the group of dwarves approaching until the largest one let out a loud laugh.

Taken off guard, it took Djeld a moment to react. But, upon recovering, he introduced himself.

[color=598527]"Ah... My name is Djeld."[/color] he said, giving another weird smile.

[color=598527]"I guess you could call me a scholar of sorts? I'm studying ancient magic. Would you like some tea, by the way?"[/color]