[center][h1][color=lightblue]丂刀のW 丂ｱﾑ尺尺のW[/color][/h1][/center]

He sat crossed legged in the camp listening as Fergus asked a general question to the group.  Names, who they were.  Snow didn;t need to know anything more then their own hearts and bravery, but- but it was something innocent and pure.  Something that would pass the times in a few moments of peace.  It would be something nice and pure.  A welcome distraction.

[color=lightblue]"Please.  I have to remind myself of names through the morning."[/color]  He listened, discovering more and more about their benefactor.  He gathered as much, though there was always more depths to everyone.  Always something deeper.  [color=lightblue]"Another fortutous turn of fate.  Your family has the power to do some real good."[/color]  

He looked over to Cilia, her words and care.  She was a survivor.  She was in her words, a mother.  Compassion and strength.  [color=lightblue]"I actually had no idea you were so gifted.  You should be teaching rangers and scouts Cilia.  A  the madame of a hunters lodge on the Sword Coast eating salted mutton and white peaches."[/color]  He wanted to chuckle, his mind that she would an excellent soldier, but wanting none of that life for her.  This was enough violece for ten lifetimes.  

He looked into the flames and noticed they were starting to dwindle.  He took a stick and poked it.  Causing the embers to reflare.  [color=lightblue]"Its moments like this that I have to look at the stars and wonder if destiny is true or not."[/color]  They all seem to bring something to the table.  Something to allow the others to survive.  He wanted a moment or two, just watching the sparks raise.  

[color=lightblue]"Suppose its my turn then."[/color]  He went to his knees, sitting as if it were a tea ceremony.  [color=lightblue]"My name was simply Snow.  Named for my skin tone I suppose."[/color]  He chuckled.  [color=lightblue]"Sparrow was given by the Immaculate Order.  Snow Sparrow.  Simple.  I joined when I was very young and, well monks are supposed to forgo wordly attachments.  Family being one."[/color]  He quickly changed gears.  [color=lightblue]"With the monks, I learned everything.  How to read.  Fight.  Talk to spirits.  Preaching for hours and hours on end.  How to annoy priests of other gods.  How to keep my head bald."[/color]  He said to lighten the mood. 

He tried to remember the times afterwards.  None of it was pleasant.  None of it was good.  [color=lightblue]"When the undead appeared on the threshold... thats where I went.  Anyone that knew how to excorcise and banish ghosts."[/color]  He glossed over it all.  [color=lightblue]"Its hard to keep to the Texts when you're in battles like that.  I was done with others telling me where I should be.  How I should help. So I left the order upon my return and went to where I'm needed most.  The Ruins.  Ready to spend the rest of my days doing what I can.  Was kind of hoping things were going to stay boring."[/color]  He didn't want to dwell.  Didn't want to bring back the negative things when they just found a moments peace together.