[center][h2][color=02b816]Snowing Timber[/color][/h2][/center]

Timber stifled a grimace at Nathaniel's remarks, and turned his gaze towards Niala. It seemed one of their friends had found purpose in the teachings of Tyr. As much as Timber had been jealous to see Niala go so quickly from the orphanage, Niala seemed just as focused as Timber on their singular purpose. It was impossible to know what struggles they faced in the years since they last spoke, but Timber felt comfort in Niala's passions. He wasn't a member of the faithful, nor had much faith in the temples... but he was pleased to know that the god of justice might bless their cause.

However, it took a moment for the meaning behind Nathaniel's words to sink in. The Tabaxi shook his head, slipping his pack and bow off his shoulder to rest them against the wall of the tavern. He spoke his response rather simply, as if stating a well-known fact. [color=02b816]"I did not choose to pick up arms first, I chose to survive. What I do now... I suppose that is the meaning of our gathering, no?"[/color]