Thread: Scouts of the Inquisition (Alvis & Sync)

Disa set about quickly pitching a tent. It had been rolled tightly, and the material was well oiled and treated. It had been with him since he'd left the Korcari Wilds, adn that meant that it was used to exactly this sort of weather. His only regret was that he was so close to the ground, but there was nothing for that. No way to raise any kind of platform or the like safely or practically. Besides, as close as this place was to the WEilds, it wasn't home. Not really. He saw the hunter struggling with the fire, and Disa actually smiled. With the dampness of the wood, there was no way he'd manage to get it to- He froze as there was a minor surge of magic in the site, and the fire flared to life, the wood forcibly drying under the influence of hte magic, the flame not large, but it was steady, and burning. More than he'd expected really. The darkness and the rain was going to keep the smoke well concealed at this point, and they could use some of the stones nearby to build an appropriate fire pit to keep the light down from the flames. Disa would leave that to Garret adn the Hunter, Garret at least he trusted to know what he was doing in that regard. Disa took better stock of hte area, sitting under a low awning of his tent to scribe what they'd found thus far onto his map. As Loriel started heading for him, he stowed the map, adn stood up, not wanting to be on the ground when she spoke. It was a matter of respect to him actually. Disa listened to her words, and shook his head slowly. He let out a sigh. No elf, you really don't get it. He said flatly. First of all. When you make your case to Hardin, I've no doubt she'll oblige you and pull you off the team. And then right out of the Scouting units completely. I imagine there's a nice warm support job in Haven for a mage of your skill set. Why you were assigned to field operations, I don't know. Either Harding just wanted mages on her teams, or we're just that short on people. But if it were up to me, you wouldn't be in the field without another two months of hard training, training that wouldn't allow the use of your magics at all. But it wasn't. he let that sink a moment before he continued speaking. Secondly, I had specifically requested a soldier for my team, one of the veterans that had yet to be assigned. Instead I got a Robe that is green as grass. You might see the difference there, and why gettign stuck with you assigned here would be an annoyance to me. He shook his head at that, the assignment still rankled him, but he had a few other thigns that needed saying. And do you really think rushing to Harding to complain that the people you're working are unpleasant to you would gain you much traction? This isn't a Dalish patrol, where they send friends and family together. You joined an army girl, what you want is no longer important. What is expected of you, that is what matters. Halam'shivanas is all that remains for one such as you right now. Teh elven words still flowed from his mouth, accented, yes, but enunciated precisely. It wasn't something that Disa was simply throwing out, he seemed to know the language well enough. That anger you hold onto? Ma banal las halamshir var vhen with it. Anger without purpose is just noise and distraction. Find something to accomplish with that anger, and you'll be better off. The fire is a fine thing, we could all use a hot meal this night. Now pitch a tent and settle in Spellbind. You'll need the rest. Disa told her, turning away from her, seeing that Garret was scrupulously not getting involved, helping the Hunter build a fire pit with higher than average walls made out of the scattered stone fromt eh clearing. It would keep the light hidden from the approach they'd taken, and their backs were to a rock bluff. It was as safe as they could make it, and the fire was growing steadily as the hunter tried to get it built up enough to actually cook something on.