The Spirits Within
Chapter 1
In the distant Arlathan Forest currently stored on a fifty large group of hikers.
Early one morning, just a few of them were sitting at the campfire and talked.
"It's a strange time," said Avodil to a young man who sat next to him.
"What do you mean Avodil? "Asked the young man, frowning.
"I do think it's all as usual," he pointed to the camp.
"Are you sure my boy? As you, yourself can hear it's very quiet here and I think the quiet is very worrying. " The young man looked into the air. "Hm? ... you mean the birds or Avodil? "he asked while he poked with a stick around in the fire.
"Yes, my boy." Avodil turned to go, but he was held back.
"But, they are already quietly Avodil. why should anything have happened? Perhaps, pulls a storm somewhere. " Avodil rubbed his chin before answered. "Today they are silent and you hear nothing absolutely nothing. Go boy, and take with you a few men. Just see what is going on, but before you go you have to wait for someone, he should really soon arrive here in the camp. "
"Farzir call me a couple of your men together in full armament. Avodil said I should look around a bit outside of the camp. "So he immediately disappeared, the sparsely furnished training ground, he looked for some suitable men. "So Listen up men, I need five volunteers to accompany the boy Narel out in the woods." With a quick nod stood down the five men. Narel was waiting impatiently for Farzir. He arrived at the same moment as Narel a stone through the area had kicked.
"I could give you five of my men, Narel." Narel just knocked the dirt from his pants. "Well Captain, I do not need even more, it silently be easier to travel through the forest," said Narel. Farzir turned around, then some time later he came back with five well-equipped men. "Thank you captain Farzir, from here on I'll take the word. Narel them told her to proceed further. "Your captain is, you have certainly said that we will leave the camp for a while."
While Narel explained his plan to the men, someone else came up to him. "Hey Narel! You do not want to leave without me or? Narel turned to him and greeted him amicably. "Where do you think Nevthon out, I would come to you after I've called the men". Nevthon he pulled a piece off the men and asked. "Can we leave immediately? Shaking his head, he denied it. "Unfortunately we have to wait for someone and so we first check the supplies and loaded them on the horses." After an hour they were finished, they heard something big and heavy to come up. They immediately drew their swords and they set their bows. Now they were waiting for it finally showed up. Quite unexpectedly, a 1.60 cm large animal jumped out of bushes behind them. Narel was overturned by the animal, were all other people who've been paralyzed with horror, none of them moved. One of the men took the spirit away a spear and was about to just throw on the monster. In the midst of the movement said a rough man's voice.
"A Hold." He hurried to the men. Narel woke up from a stiff back and said as calmly as possible, but he did not let the animal out of sight. "Avodil you know this monster? Avodil took another step closer "Narel my boy, he really is not a monster. Did you forget about him? Your old playmate?
Incredulous about his answer he replied. "My old playmate? Hmm ... I can not remember anyone Avodil. Avodil went on. "At that time you two waiting inseparable, to whom you were very sad when he had to leave." Thought Narel very hard for and then he could remember. "Yes, there was a time but that was an eternity ago. Avodil joined the other men. "That's right, that's Atlan he was still a little wolf boy. With it, you've always played. I got it from the magician from the Arbor Wilds get gifts.
I told him then that he should rather belong to you, because if it is large then I would be like an old man. " Avodil welcomed the still relatively young wolf with a nod when he looked at him. Calmly, he continued the conversation with Narel. "As you perhaps know, the black wolves are very loyal to their companions over. The magician said that he, later, you will one day be a great help. The alpha male of the Black Wolves thought it better that he comes only after his training to you. Well, he was now about two months after been out here. "
"You knew then that he comes here? Why have you not told me and he will watch as his Lord Avodil? Asked Narel. Avodil walked slowly toward them. "You will be like a family member he will defend to his last breath for him. Not only that, he will also protect each other on to look after it. " Narel saw the animal in his right eye. Well ... well, Atlan go down on me. "The heavy animal left him down here, but he stopped next to him. The others left the animal is not out of sight. It then sat directly in front of Narel. Baring its teeth, the wild wolf sat there, he was on the other very threatening.
Narel let him breathe on his hand, then finally Narel stroked his flank. Atlan let him and even found a little like that. But when Nevthon approached, he built up before Narel. Baring its teeth, he stood there, Nevthon more then involuntarily away from him. "Well ... Narel hold me just this thing away from my body, "said Nevthon. "Atlan this is my friend Nevthon." Narel said, patting his head here. Baring its teeth, he still was standing next to Narel, his gaze was fixed on Nevthon, with a low growl, he finally turned away from him and lay next to Narel to the ground.
Narel again stroked his flank and went to his horse. "So come now we must leave." He said, and sat on. So they all got on their horses and adopted by a friendly Avodil. In sharp gallop, they left the camp. After three hours as they made a first stop to enjoy the horses and take a break. Narel wanted to take this opportunity to describe the other to be proceed.
Nevthon wondered where the wild cattle remained. When he got jumped suddenly as if from nowhere, from a bush. "Ahhh ... Nevthon ...", screamed and fell while back-left on the floor. Atlan went with soft soles to him. Narel surprised the Atlantic had not bared his teeth. He calmly walked up to him. One of his paws he put on Nevthon, he wanted to demonstrate that he is the stronger. With gentle mockery in her voice said Narel. "Nevthon, I think he can make you suffer very good".
"Very funny. Would you tell him now he should go off me. "Narel his bags unpacked it was bread and cheese. "Atlan, let him rest and come to me, I share my food with you." Narel was just about to break the bread as Atlan without warning, began to growl, but he was still moving closer to Narel. Now, standing next to Narel Baring its teeth and he waited. Narel was voted the other in a low instructions. they should put out the fire and keep the horses calm.
"Psssst Nevthon. You stay with the others and I am going to see what is going on. " With a nod Nevthon confirmed to have understood everything. "I give you a sign if I need help. Come Atlan, I need to know what is going on. "They both went in the direction from which you could hear the noise of her. Narel decided to crawl into a bush, followed closely by Atlan. The bush was just big enough that you could just lie down ever so on the stomach without the danger of being discovered.
You could see a clearing, they had been for their size, very clear. In the middle of the clearing a bunch of Hurlock was disgusting to see, they made just attacked a small caravan. The men of the caravan were too busy. they did not notice that the Hurlock all women and even the screaming children abducted into the earth. The Hurlock were just too overpowering, Narel counted forty of them. Most of the men looked like farmers, among them, it seemed there was only one battle-hardened man He was of medium height, tanned and blond with long hair to his shoulders.
He separated the first Hurlock with a single blow, his head from his shoulders. Then two of them came directly toward him. That for him was so light the left Hurlock, was given the handle of his dagger against his head beaten, then the Hurlock was distracted for a moment. To his right was another Hurlock. He swung his sword on the legs of the approaching Hurlock, who could barely dodge.
In the midst of this movement, grabbed another Hurlock, who had snuck up from behind, the hair of the fighting man. Slammed him with a firm tug on the floor. Then he rammed him a spear in the middle of the abdomen. The man now lying on the ground did not move more, then the Hurlock left off of him. The remaining men were either shot down or taken directly under the earth. Narel wondered why they had not taken him with. But he accepted that they had enough people together. They left behind the destroyed car with the dead animals and the wounded or dead man.
Narel was waiting from a few moments before he crawled out of the bush, followed closely by Atlan. "Atlan come, we go first to the car." As he had already noticed it, there were farmers with their families. They were accompanied by a single combat experienced fighters. While he was there to search the car, slipped Atlantic to the man who was left behind. Atlan sat down next to him and sniffed his clothes, arrived at his face, he licked it. The man screamed, and the pain overwhelmed him so much that he fell into a deep swoon.
Narel ran as fast as he could to him. "Atlan it easy, I think he's in no danger of this state for us." Upon closer look, saw the Narel it was a male elf, who was well equipped. "Hello, can you hear me?" Asked Narel him and gave it a few light slaps. "Hello, what's your name?" Unfortunately, he got only a confused babble as an answer. Narel tested his heavily bleeding wound and found that the spear has penetrated very deeply but no vital organs had been injured. "Atlan you have to do me a favor. I will put it to you on your back. Please wear it back to camp and let no one approach Avodil out of him. "As a farewell, he pressed him and sent him go. Narel once whistled loudly between his fingers. The others came with the horses ridden out of the woods.
Nevthon jumped from his horse and went directly to Narel. "I thought something had happened to you." Relieved, he hugged him. "No, nothing happened to me, but look what have done a bunch Darkspawn. He pointed to the dead animals that were common a few pools of blood visible. At some place you could see the tainted blood of the Darkspawn as it burnt to the ground. "I saw how they killed all the farmers and their families and how they have pulled it into the earth."
Nevthon let his gaze wander over the devastation, as much to him that because someone is missing. "Huh? Where the thing is gone? He is not going to be behind them or is he dead? "Narel swallowed, he felt the Nevthon should know nothing of the strange. "No, I have sent him home. Come let us search the car and burn the animals. Maybe they still have useful things here, the car is back there would be the only one to use yet. Narel pointed to a midsize car, which had stood as the last in a whole series of cars.
It took two hours until they were ready to clear out the cars, and everything to stow away on the still whole car. They harnessed two horses to the wagon. Nevthon advised to ride only in the forest and then from there the dead animals to light, they have been layered on. "Nevthon let me do that, I was better at archery than you." Nevthon was not particularly impressed by his answer, but as their leader he has to say that. Narels arch was made of the strongest oak, made in Arlathan Forest, the oak was at least one thousand years old. Avodil has made this snow white sheets, once make for him, and Narels mother, Arida made the decorations. Nevthon fired the arrow for him.
Meanwhile, in the camp
"Avodil comes as the monster is back and on his back something," screamed one of the outposts. "What should we do? He does not let us up to him, "said the messenger. "Does Atlan to me, he lets me near him," Avodil rose from his stool. "Atlan come here my boy, what do you have on your back?" Avodil lifted the head of the unconscious.
"Oh this is a 'wounded eleven. Atlan You did great. " He patted his head. Avodil waved, some men approached. "Bring him in Narels tent, then gives her Atlan eat raw meat". Some of the women standing around, he pointed. "Bring me immediately hot water and lots of associations. Considered myself a sharp knife into the fire, it could be that I will need it ". In the camp there was lively activity as Narel and the other arrived. Narel got off his horse and wanted to go directly to his tent. Avodil came Narel away on the half, contrary to the tent.
Atlan lay down directly in front of the tent entrance, when he wanted to make clear that no one had business there. "Narel accompany me to my tent," said Avodil.
"Who is this man the Atlantic has brought to the camp?" Narel reported all that he had observed. "Hmm, that is not good news. Maybe we should cancel our tents earlier this year. " "But ... ! We can not move on, where we have an injured here in the camp ".
They stopped in front Avodils tent. "My boy, it is no longer a difference. We are not safe here, the Hurlock find this camp here. " With shaking his head Avodil appealed to Narels elves mind. "If they show up here, then we bring each one, our students in danger I could never live with that and neither do you." Narel wanted to say something, but Avodil left no contradiction. "No we can not, we leave tomorrow and this is my last word."
Depression in Avodils decision Narel went back to his horse and saddled it off. "Nevthon you bring my horse to the paddock? I now need some time for me. "Nevthon accepted the reins of the horse." Sure I do, maybe we should cut our stock here soon? "With a deep sigh said Narel." Remains nothing for us. "Atlan waited patiently outside the tent to Narel. "Well, my boy, I've heard that you did everything as I told you applied. I'm very proud of you." He stroked Atlans flank. "Come, we go to see how It is to our guests. "Both entered the tent.
Narel was very surprised at the Atlantic lie down next to the injured. shrugging his shoulders, he said finally. "Well then we go to sleep." But first, he checked how it was his guest. he examined the wound and put a new association. "Hm ... his wound did not bleed so much more. Hopefully it will not inflammations or gangrenous.
Narel was awakened in the middle of the night by strange noises. No sooner he moved, he had his own dagger to the throat. "Who are you and where am I?" With much feeling said Narel. "My name is Narel Avari, I have you found wounded in a clearing not far from here. I have with the help of my friend here. "Narel pointed to Atlan, who sat at the main tent, and continued in a calm tone.
"He brought you to my request in this camp. Here we took care of your wounds and you've been cleaned. With regret in his voice, he said. "We move on tomorrow and I thought we should take you with us. Of course, only until you're back healthy. You can move freely up here in the camp, but my friend here will have an eye on you. " Atlan lay down the main tent and watched her. "What is your name?" Then he got no answer. "As you wish. Atlan keep him in the eye and do not let him outside. So, if everything is resolved I would be happy to sleep now. " Without waiting for a response from him Narel turned around and closed his eyes.
Stunned by the reaction of his opponent, he let fall the dagger. He grabbed him in his hands and kept it very close to his body. The next morning, Narel sneaks out of the tent to get breakfast. Atlan walked behind him, out of the tent and looked for a tree to drain pressure. The stranger took the opportunity and looked for a while, out of the tent.
He watched the people around him. His gaze wandered so through the camp until he saw Narel at a large fire. For a while he just watched him, but he noticed that the other elves treated him very strange. "Who is he really?" He said, wondering how he should act now. He noticed nothing further than to remain a first time with them. Hm ... He does not seem to be what he claims he thought to himself. To continue to look, he did not, as Atlan him back into the tent urged. "Accursed animal," he grumbled.
"Atlan come over here, I have something to eat for you," Narel called from outside. "Here for you with an extra portion of meat, since you have been taking care of our guests very well." As Narel was about to go into the tent, as he was called back by someone. He took off the plates in the tent where the stranger took one away from it immediately.
"What is Avodil?" Narel went to him at the fire. "I just wanted to ask how are our guest so?" Narel folded his arms and sat on a tree trunk. "He is conscious, that night he gave me a scare into hunting. He simply took my knife and held it under my nose. " A little surprised by the incident, said Avodil. "I am just drop by to inspect his wound, and you should bring him something more to eat."
Avodil pointed to the empty plate in front of the tent. With a sigh, he got two new plate of food and brought them to the tent. "Good morning, how is your wound? Here, you can still eat more of it. " With a big grin, he handed him the plate. "The wound hurts like hell with every movement. What do you have smeared on the wound, it smells very much, and why you help me anyway? "While speaking, he pushed something to eat in the mouth. "You could have let me lie."
Narel handed him the other plate before he answered. "Well, I can not leave a seriously injured man. This is not in my nature, and also Atlan would mind. "Atlan approached Narel and put a paw on his leg. Narel began to stroke him, but it was boring to him after a certain time. Then he tugged at Narels clothes so he followed him outside. "Avodil will soon see after you, so do not run so far away. Come on, let's go hunting a bit Atlan. The stranger followed him outside.
He still looked after them as they disappeared into the forest. Avodil followed his gaze when he arrived with him. "As you see it do you feel a lot better, I'm glad for you." Avodil went to the tent door, and held the tarp aside. "Come let us go in, so I look at your wound. The stranger nodded and went into the tent. "You must be Avodil, Narel told me that you would come already." He wistfully looked back once more. "How long he will stay away now?" He asked Avodil.
"Most likely, until the evening, it looks like he wants to delay our departure tomorrow." A deep sigh escaped him. "Now let's finally go inside." Only now he realized they were observed. "Is this always the case when strangers show up here?" Avodil let go of the tent, and sat on a chair. "Well, a stranger can not be said to you".
"Why?" He asked. "As you will have noticed it the other treatable Narel completely different. This is because the Narel only his closest friends in his tent invites, but never a stranger. " He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe you have impressed him with anything. So now we have had enough talking to each other, lie on the bed and please show me your wound. "
Avodil washed out the wound and examined it closely. "That looks really good, but it can still come to fever and inflammation. The stranger rubbed his tired face. "Could I not get a tent?" For a brief moment Avodil interrupted his work. "I can assure you that it is better for you so, it also will not long remain so." re-focused on his work, he said. "We're moving as quickly as possible on to our main warehouse. Then you get your own room, but stay away from Narels brother Lynen and Nevthon. With raised eyebrows, he wanted to ask a question, but left it there and just shrugged his shoulders.
Avodil set aside the sink and tried the herbal ointment. "Otherwise I can not guarantee your or his safety, should something happen to you then would Narel, take it very badly." Avodil put a healing herbal ointment to the wound, then banished them properly. With a nod, he took leave of him and left the tent. The stranger stayed in bed and lay down on. Very late in the evening, came Narel, with two killed, deer back to camp. "Could the women who make something good to eat, for all of us?" A small group of children gathered around him and called directly. "Wow now there is to eat something different, instead of this disgusting porridge." Most had to laugh at these words.
After he had placed the dead animals, he went to the river to wash. He was not escape the feeling of being watched. A slight sigh escaped him as he took off his shirt, he moved his shoulders up and down in a circular motion. They were very tense, with his left arm he rubbed his right shoulder, it hurt the worst. Quite easily, he tilted his head and said finally. "As it seems to me, are you feeling better already."
"How did you know that I am?" Narel looked, not once, but said. "This is due to Atlan, it would be a different man from the camp, he would not sit as calmly as" Narel took off on, and went in so far, that only his muscular upper body was visible in the bright moonlight. "What the reason may be," asked the other, less surprising. "He can suffer up better than the others. They treat him like a monster, even my so called friend is no exception. The stranger did it Narel same, and went into the water.
"If you do not spare even a little? You know that the wound could become infected. But it's your matter, so just do not complain to me, it should go to you later not good. " Narel shook his head and went in a little deeper into the water. "Man, the water may be cold. As you can stay there just so calm? "Asked the stranger.
Narel did not reply but asked a question in return. "Tell me why you still are hiding your name?" The stranger hesitated some time before he answered. "Hmm ... I could probably tell it to you but you still have to first get closer to me, since I can not come to you, the water is too deep for me." After only a few steps Narel had reached him. The stranger looked Narel from the bottom up, it occurred to him especially his long silver hair. Narel this tension was simply not enough. "So now tell me your name, or you will see your beautiful blue", but he threatened him with his index finger.
"Haha, this should be a threat or a promise?" Narel went even closer to him. "Ok ok. My name Zevran. For my friends Zev. Close went Narel him over. "Well Zevran, let's go now from the water, you trembling foliage such as branches. The wind blew a gentle breeze to them. As fast as they could, they went out of the water. Narel, handed him the largest of the two towels. Narel was still a little time to put on, wearing only a towel, he helped Zevran away to dry, and helped put him on, while they perceived as their stomachs began to growl loudly. "Man, I am almost starving, you can even go back to the tent. I bring us all an extra large portion of deer with. Zevran pulled her shirt down just as he had finished he turned to his new friend. "That sounds great, is not it, Atlan?" Atlan was standing right next Zevran and wagged his tail.
When they arrived at the tent Atlan bared his teeth suddenly and placed in a fighting position before Zevran. "What's up my boy?" Asked Zevran him. "How it looks, you're in good company." Nevthon stepped out of the shadows. "What do you want from me?" Zevran asked annoyed. Nevthon went one step further toward him. "I ...? I just wanted to see by whom, the others speak, an injured stranger to sleep in the tent Narels. Of which everybody knows he can not abide foreigners at all. "
"Do not you think that it is a bit too late Nevthon?" Narel said the fully loaded with food to come. Nevthon wrinkled, his nose and said. "Oh, really? Why did not you tell me about him? "Zevran took Narel the plates off and went straight into the tent along with Atlan.
"Oh come on, as if it would interest you. You could have him there to die miserably. Narel almost screamed with rage, Nevthon contrast, stayed calm and relaxed. "And why are you doing now disclosed as a rebellion Narel? Thanks to you we now have to spread our resources differently. " Narel bursting of the collar, Nevthon was doing as if he should decide to live and dead. "You know what Nevthon, let me rest easy. It was my decision and I do not regret it. " As Nevthon goodbye to him, he threw again a view of the tent and shook his head vigorously.
"Say Narel, who was the" tired, he passed his hand over his face. "That was my so called friend Nevthon, so now let us eat first. Zevran pick up the skin there from the corner that will keep you warm for a few nights. " Zevran put aside his bread and took the coat. "Thank you, and what about you?" He asked, biting, gleefully on his flesh. "Right now I only have this one coat, Atlan is still here in the tent".
"Narel I think he is waiting to be eaten outdoors," said Zevran. So he went to him. "Atlan will you really stay out here? You could come in with." At this point ask, he lifted one of his feet and begged to be eaten. "Here's your share." As Narel went back into the tent, Zevran had fallen asleep on the bed. He would have liked a little more talk with him. To that he had not even covered. Narel took the coat and covered him with it.
In the middle of Narels movement, seized Zevran him and pressed him very closely towards her. Narel tried to break away from him, but Zevran was just too strong. He could not do anything else other than themselves, to cover up with him. Narel was surprised that Zevran was so warm, and the timing of the beating heart, closed his eyes and fell asleep. On to follow morning when he awoke, he found himself alone in the tent. He threw the coat in which he was covered carelessly into a corner, because he feared that Zevran has slipped away.
So he got up and gathered up his things, he tried to pull up his pants, when suddenly in front of him Zevran, appeared. "Wahhh" he shouted, embarrassed to be affected. Under the amused gaze of Zevran, fell Narel back-left on the floor. With flushed face, he pulled up his pants and quickly disappeared from the tent. "Shit, why just happened to me that," Narel thought to himself and kicked a stone aside. "Atlan stay here and pass on to Zevran."
"Hey where are you going Narel? We still have to talk to each other. " Nevthon it was about to run against, as Narel him again rejected. "Now we do not talk Nevthon when I come back later, maybe." He ran straight to the paddock, where some guys were playing. "Hey you there, saddled my horse, I will leave the camp for a while." They obeyed immediately. To shorten the time of waiting, he ran to Avodils tent. "I must speak up Avodil. Avodil raised an eyebrow. "Is something wrong with your guest?" Mies mood to Narel sat on a chair. "No, with him, everything is good races, you can say other than that they should dismantle their tents today."
Sitting still has never been his strength, so he got up again and ran through the tent. "I need someone who packs up my tent, then to a pair of women, the cushion from the car with pillows and blankets. If I'm back afterwards, everything should be ready for the march, I will leave as soon as possible. " More he did not say, and left the tent. Avodil was of the opinion that something must have happened. He will later look at Narels, guest over, now he had no time for it. "Nevthon please call all together." Nevthon went to the fireplace and called all the others. "Now all together?", His gaze wandered quantity by the people. "Well then can I begin, yes. We will now return home, the women packing, supplies together, then they will be removing the tents and stow them on the car. "
"Two women will be phasing Narels tent, and they will also need to bolster the new car out for our injured guest." Avodil waved up two slightly older women, and sent them to the car. "The men hauled the wagons with horses, the rest of the horses saddled them. Then they built from the coupling. Avodil instructed Nevthon. to find firewood to it should take to a few guys. "The youngest among you to help the women, makes you to work." Avodil made thereafter, on the way to Narels tent. Very friendly, he welcomed the tent guards.
"Hello Atlan, is our guest in the tent?" Atlan turned to the tent and Zevran came straight out. "I wanted to speak with you, my boy, but we do later. Avodil saw Zevran on a very urgent. "You look terrible, what happened to your organization? But he is completely wet. " Zevran considered himself convulsively on the tent wall, with open shirt, he stood before him. Zevran made no move to leave him, inside. "Narel and I have been swimming in the river yesterday.
Avodil shook his head and instructed him to lie down. "I must now look at your wound." Zevran lay down on the bed and took off his shirt. Avodil quickly set out to solve the banished, he found that his wound looked bad. With a deep sigh, he finally said. "My boy that does not look good, had you not warned Narel, you must not swim?" Zevran squinted at his wound and said. "He had warned me, but I just needed to cool down."
"The wound is inflamed, my boy did you get to the very high fever. "Atlan remaining at his side, he has to be kept in bed". Avodil left almost fled the tent. I hope I have enough drugs for inflammation of the herbal ointment. Nevthon waited before Avodils tent. "How is our guest?" Avodil rolled with the eyes and said. "So far so good, you have to do me a favor. Take your horse and look for Narel. get him here now, I need to speak with him."
Avodil went into his tent. He was looking desperately for the anti-inflammatory herbal ointment, he found that not much more of it was there. Now he could only hope on the Narel would quickly come back to camp. Murmured Nevthon "As if I do not even have enough" to himself. "Where could Narel just stuck?" Nevthon saddled his horse and rode from the camp. "I will ride to the forest edge, maybe he is looking there for a few herbs.
Nevthon guessed right, he found Narel collect the herbs. "Say Narel, did you not collect too many herbs?" He said to his opposite. Narel woke up from his work. "Nevthon not Steal up behind me." They were silent on for a while until Narel began again to speak. "And it still goes a long way for the Anti-inflammatory ointment. You know how much Avodil, hates not having enough herbs. The final ointment we have almost exhausted. "
Nevthon was annoyed that Narel again began to talk of old camels. "Yes, and whose fault was the Narel? Nevthon waving his arms wildly. "What can I do the Nanor was too stupid to handle his own injury. Besides, it was not my fault that the boar has attacked him. " Nevthon knelt down and pulled grass from the ground. "That's why you collect these Herbal now here?" Narel crept a strange feeling, and he asked for that reason. "Why are you doing here?, So those were now all herbs". Nevthon scratched on the nose, before he answered. "Well Avodil sent me, I should take you immediately back to camp." Narel packed up all things and said. "Come on, we must leave immediately, it might be something happening."
In sharp horse they rode back to camp, Nevthon had this much trouble with Narel to keep up with. Nanor expected, both already, he took Narel from the horse and told him where to find Avodil. "Good evening Narel, Avodil has for some time with your guests." Narel thanked Nanor, and told him. "Saddle my horse down". Narel ran half way to the tent, with a powerful jerk, he devoured the canvas aside and entered. "Avodil what happened?" Avodil waved straight from a wet rag and put it back on Zevrans forehead. "Ah there you are, finally, your friend is doing very poorly, my boy. His condition has deteriorated rapidly over the last few hours. " Narel sat down beside the bed and touched Zevran very timid face, he literally glowed from the heat.
"Here Avodil take the herbs, they are collected fresh". Avodil received the bag. "Then I do my work at once to produce an ointment and some tea. In between the time you nurse him, you make him cold compresses and keep him warm." Zevran shook himself and said, "I'm so cold, so terribly cold Narel". "Wait, I go get you some more blankets," Narel went outside on the already padded car, took two thick blankets. "Here, drink a little water." Zevran gave Narel the cup with water again, and closed his eyes. Again and again he put Zevran wet compresses on the forehead and calves. In between came Avodil, to check on the wound. Narel nodded whenever Avodil, Zevran treated.
When, finally, the morning dawned, they were glad he had survived the night well. "Narel now you should lie down a bit, I'll stop by again later and bring something to eat for you." Avodil put his hand on his shoulder, nodded at peace. "Many thanks Avodil and I am also grateful that you have stood by him when I was not there." Avodil went to his tent to find a little sleep. The others were last night, do not stay here a little longer so enthusiastic, but when she heard the Zevran was very ill they saw that it was better to stay here.
Narel lay beside Zevran on the bed and a quiet sleep turned on. When he awoke Zevran did not know where he was. A little confused, he was about to rise from the bed that was not possible. Narel was lying half on his upper body. Zevran stroked Narel gently over his face, and could not withdraw his forehead to kiss. he wondered how he could now stand on without waking him up
Approximately three hours after, Narel was asleep, he was somewhat rudely awakened. "Psssst Narel. Zevran shook him a little roughly. "Hnn ... what is? "Narel blinked his eyes as it was already quite bright. "Could you go down on me, I have to leave again". "Huh?". Narel looked directly into Zevrans face, a bit incredulous about where he is, he said. "Sorry." With difficulty, moved Narel from him down. "Zevran, wait, I'll help you get up to, should I accompany you to the latrine?" With a slight smile on his mouth, said Zevran. "I think that I can do just so alone, but if it helps you, then you can accompany me Atlan.
Avodil thought for a certain time whether he should now go into the tent or not, because he could not decide, he ran outside the tent up and down. Zevran knocked Avodil's shoulder. "Why are you running around here outside?" Avodil was shocked and complained directly. "I have Narel instructed you not yet to leave on." Zevran stroked his hair. "I wanted him, so do not bother to accompany me to the latrine, as he had taken care of, so much to me."
Avodil made no move to open the show he was not satisfied. "I still have to look at your wound, how it looks with your fever?" Both entered the tent. "I feel today is not particularly bad, and the fever is down slightly." Narel was still in bed and slept Avodil meant Zevran lay on the bed. He then checked his temperature. "Hm ... your fever is really down, but your wound is still infected, this will remain a few more days like this. " Avodil washed his hands, and put a new association to. "You can rest until the afternoon, we will then take you to one of the cars," he said as Zevran accompanied him outside. "What? I will not get into any car, I will myself ride a horse. " Avodil went with Zevran for camp fire. "Since there is a problem, we have for you, no horse. But perhaps would Narel to leave you, his own horse. "
One of the women gave the two tea in their cups. "Say Avodil how long will we be traveling?" Asked Zevran and smell the tea. "A little more than two months but it could also be less." Zevran promptly choked on the tea, with a violent fit of coughing, he asked. "Oh man, and what should I do in the whole time?" Avodil set his cup aside and took out his pipe. "How about if you ever would be made whole. Then there will certainly be a solution if you ever want to stay with us. " Zevran had to pay a little tea and answered. "I leave your offer, go through my head."
Zevran entered the tent and sat on the bed. "Narel what would you think of when I would stay a bit longer with you?" From him came only faint murmur. "Hnn ... Zev please stay. " Zevran turned so he could see Narel. "Too bad he was not awake," thought Zevran. Disappointed, he lay down beside him. This answer he did not want to hear from the sleeper Narel, he turned on his side and closed his eyes. The remaining time before the break went by in a flash. Both woke up poor in poor Narel tried to remain calm. "We should probably get ready Zevran. Zevran released him and sat up. "Yes that's true well Narel would you let me have your horse?, Sitting in the car just around that I would never stand on." Narel stood up, looking for his pants, and pulled on them and said.
"I leave you my horse, but only on condition that you think it will not exaggerate." Zevran got up out of bed and pulled on his clothes. "We will see what follows, I should not go so well." Zevran was already on the way out. "Then you would want to make me some company." Narel stayed in the tent, but he cried halfway to answer. "That's what I do well, after all, you're my guest."
After a few minutes Zevran called over to the tent. "Narel where are you?, the Women want to dismantle the tent." Narel was standing right behind him and touched Zevrans shoulder. "Zevran why do you cry here like this?" Zevran shocked at this contact and asked. "Were you not just in the tent?" Narel shook his head before he answered. "That was twenty minutes." Laughing, they went together to the camp fire, Zevran held in his left hand, a bowl of porridge. "What do you mean, here eat something." Zevran he pushed the bowl in his hands. One of the women presented Zevran, so equal a new dish. "Zev Tell me, how did you learn fighting?" This question surprised him a bit, he assumed the Narel ask this only because he introduced him, had found in a full-scale armor. "I'm trained not only in fighting, there are many things that I speak well." With a wink, he pulled him closer and whispered to him, an improper remark in his ear.
Narel was speechless, he desperately searched for words. His head was nothing but a gaping void. Zevran had expected nothing else from him. In his eyes was Narel, nothing more than an inexperienced child, having had a few certain incentives. Meanwhile, all were ready to break. Avodil led the train, along with Captain Farzir. Nevthon however, was divided for the train. The end of the train were Zevran, Atlan and Narel, who was sitting in a cart driven he was from Nanor. Zevran was significantly better in the saddle as it Narel would ever have guessed. After a few hours, had Zevran, admit that it still not fit enough to ride. His wound ached terribly, Narel got this with volatile, and called him to her. "
Zev you should get off the horse, one can see quite clearly that you're in pain. Nanor will stop the car, then I ride fast, to Avodil to discuss with him when we are the first time to take a break." The car stopped and wistful regret Zevran his own stubbornness to ride. Narel helped him from his horse and immediately noticed the Zevran no longer available, was able to walk much. A cold sweat ran from his forehead. determined short, packed Narel him and carried him up to the car. Nanor had already left her down the rear door. "So I put you up here, the rest you'll make it, right?" Light-nodding, he said. "I will probably have to crawl, but I can do alone."
Narel mounted his horse, and gave him the spurs. Atlan jumped to a sign of Zevran on the car. Nanor had to wait a while until both were safe in the car, then the car began moving again, so as not to lose the connection. Meanwhile Narel had arrived at the beginning of the train.
"Avodil we need to take a rest, Zevran, is not doing particularly well." Avodil looked to the sky, and said. "Hm ... we have just the half way, brought to Solas behind us. We travel some more until it is dark, then we take a break". Avodil looked at his map and pointed to a place that was still three hours away. "Look, Narel, where we can make our camp on, this area there seems to me to be most suitable. She is also very clear, "said Avodil. "Well, I will at Zevran to drive the car, Avodil you give me, the anti-inflammatory ointment?"
Avodil put the card back in his saddlebag. "I have to let into your car, along with associations and what else could use. Narel thanked him and turned around and rode back to the end of the train. Nanor he had to drive a little slower. Then he dismounted from his horse to the car after he tied it. "Nanor moving a little faster to close to the others." Nanor looked purely concerned, before he answered. "Are you sure it could be very bumpy. Narel made himself, to travel into the interior of the car. "Nanor, but we must not remain or should we maybe get a few Darkspawn in the fingers?" Shaking his head, said Nanor. "There is something, ok you got me convinced. If you're in you keep just stuck somewhere. "
Zevran was now in the midst of many pillows and blankets. "Zev Are you still awake?" Zevran turned slightly to the side. Narel went up to him and said, "Get your free up around, I would once more look at your wound." Zevran rolled onto his back and pulled up his shirt. "In three hours we set up our camp," said Narel. He rummaged out from a corner a little bundle. "From tomorrow, we must put these habits here." Narel held Zevran a dark brown robe with hood down. We cross the Tevinter soon, there are wandering elves not popular. But they let us move when we have these habits to. In Solas, we also have to pay duty.
"Please be a little careful with the Association, I think the sticks," said Zevran. "I try it, maybe it will just chirp a little bit," said Narel. Narel set about to solve the dressing. Zevran inhaled strengthen each chirp, the air, so as not to scream from pain, the last part was not to solve that simple. Narel had in the last part, dressing a little bit longer need to pull on, so it came off when it was released, Zevran sighed with relief. "So the association is now detached from your wound. I'm sorry if I have hurt you. "
Narel wiped the remaining ointment from Zevrans abdomen and examined the approaches. At some place, the redness went away already. Very gently, he rubbed the ointment and bandaged Zevran properly again. Then he checked, Zevrans temperature, this was but the normal range. Zevran pulled his shirt back down. Meanwhile, they reached where they wanted to put up for the night. The women lit a fire, and put on a stew. Narel helped Zevran from the cart. They went together to the fire. "Ah, here since her come sit down with us," said Avodil. Narel took two bowls of stew, before he sat down. Zevran enjoyed to be served, but he thanked him politely as Narel handed him the bowl. Avodil leaned slightly over to them and said to Zevran. "My boy, how's your wound?" Zevran took the spoon from his mouth and said. "Narel has already taken care of it".
Everyone sat around the fire, as Inzida began a song to vote on. Her voice was breathtaking, the children clapped enthusiastically. Some men grabbed their wives and danced to the older children played on their flutes and singing accompanied Inzida. Now they all enjoyed themselves and left out Narel donated, even a whole barrel full of wine. Avodil had again to complain about something. "It is no exaggeration, we have tomorrow to do enough." Zevran took leave from the others in order to make ready for the night. Narel stayed at the others and he drank too much wine. Avodil ordered Nanor, to get Narel into the car. Drunk as he was wanted Narel, lie down to sleep under the wagon. Nanor had all his powers of persuasion to bring order to convince him that it was better to sleep in the car.
Clumsy he had trouble climbing into the car. Atlan grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up to Zevrans feet. Atlan whined, he went to Zevran and woke him. "Hnn ... Atlan what's going on? "He asked sleepily. Atlan went behind Zevran and nudged him with his nose. "It's all right," Zevran went to his knees in that moment he saw Narel lying at his feet. "Narel is all right with you?" He asked, shaking him by. Narel snoring only, himself. "Oh, he can run full of wine?" Zevran instructed Atlan, pull him even further back, then pulled him out of his things. He lay down beside him to sleep.
In the morning woke Narel with painful headaches. "Oh ... Ah. Narel touched down at his head when he remarked that he had nothing on. He pulled up his blanket and looked down at his naked body. "Ahhh ... ... why am I naked? "he cried out loud. Zevran who also woke up in bed. "What?" Zevran lay on his stomach and leaned on his arms. "Why I'm naked, you're probably not even naked or" Zevran said no and handed Narel his things. "Of course, had a pair of underpants on or if I should take them off?" Narel sparkled Zevran, angry at, but he grabbed his things and put them on. "Zevran this observation may be stuck if it should have been a joke then it was really bad." Crabby he left the tent to look after the breakfast. Half an hour later he came back with a plate, which was equipped with bacon cheese, bread, and thick. Zevran had spread one of the blankets on the floor, Atlan retreated into the forest. Together, they settled on the ceiling, and had breakfast together.
After breakfast took Narel, the robes and handed Zevran one of them, Zevran was still not fit enough to pull it on alone, Narel helped him to pull over. Narel took off his cap to put on the cowl. Zevran noticed how Narel on his shirt, was wearing a chain mail, he asked. "Narel we have to expect worse?" Narel are pulled his robe on, and answered, "It may well happen that one is attacked. That you had yet to know. "
They got into the car because it was time to leave. The road to Solas, ran off surprisingly quiet. Here and there, they met on wild animals and sometimes they even met a village where they could replenish their supplies and drinking water. In the middle of the night they arrived at the gates of Solas. Narel stood up, he was almost at the rear car out, as the car stopped suddenly. Zevran reacted quickly and caught him as he seemed to fall. Narel politely thanked him and went to the other end, where he turned up the tarp and turned asked the driver.
"Nanor what's going on?" Asked Narel. "We are in Solas, but this time they probably also look into the cars, and they might be looking for someone." Narel grabbed a little fear. "You must not find him, if they were looking for him," he thought to himself. Nervously, he simply let the curtain fall down, he went to one of his trunks and was looking for a casket. These he brought to Zevran, he opened it and took out a small glass. "Zevran here, you rub that in your face, it can make it so that you cast on them like an old man." Without saying a word, he rubbed the smelly ointment in the face. With slightly glowing hands Narel spoke quietly, a few words before he turned to Atlan. "Behave calm my friend. I go check what's going on, you stay here inside ". Narel got out of the car and sat on his horse.
"Nanor where are they now?" He asked the driver.
"Narel you should not stay with him?" Asked Nanor worried.
"That's not important now for me," he said.
"Well," thought Nanor and answered. "They are still at the front." Narel calmed his horse. "Well, you think here, the position, I must now forward".
Narel gave his horse the spurs. Front arrived, he asked directly Avodil. "Avodil why our cars are checked?" Avodil was surprised to see Narel. "May I introduce you, this is the captain of the guard duty. He wants to speak up, ". Avodil, addressed to his counterpart. "Captain, may I introduce them, that is our commander Narel Avari. Avodil indicated with a nod, the Narel should talk further. "I am joyful to make your acquaintance, Captain." Narel gave him his hand, the captain, however, ignored this. The captain cleared his throat, and said. "We are looking for a Male Elf, we heard he was with a group of farmers under way, have you seen him?" Narel stroked thoughtfully over Kien. "Could you describe it to me somewhat closer, Captain." The captain was now annoyed enough to describe him constantly. He fasted on his forehead, to retrieve all information about him. "So he's male, tanned and a little bit bigger than her Avari. He also has blonde long hair to his shoulders. "
Narel exchanged with, some of Avodil look, and answered. "Hmm ... .. I have seen someone like that just over four days, he was fighting against a collection Darkspawn. He and the peasants were two days' journey from here. Beyond the Forest Arlathan they were pulled under the ground. The only thing that was left were the cars, and the dead animals. " Incredulous, he raised an eyebrow and asked for it again, because he could not imagine. "Through the Forest Arlathan do you think?" Narel, it took far too long. The stinking, captain he would like executed sent elsewhere. "Yes, captain, and that was four days ago. Fortunately they have not seen me, I had time to the latrine. Without hesitation, he continued to.
"Behind the bush, I could see everything very well, seeking whom you fought very unusual, it had helped him but nothing." On the captain's face, cold sweat ran down and for those men who were there. "As it seemed he was only knocked unconscious. Then they took him, along with the other under the earth. " Nervously approached an officer to the captain. "What we make now, we should find him captured alive, Captain." The captain looked around at his men, all were well, he decided. "We will follow the Darkspawn. All men are seated, we will ride, and you Avari should have told the truth. " His eyes moved to his sword, the hilt of which he enclosed with his hand. "If it was not so then you get to feel my sword, I swear to you." Avodil gasped at the words of the captain for air but dared not to utter a remark.
Avodil waited until the men had moved on. talk to Narel conscience. "Narel since you've embarked on a dangerous game." Narel rolled his eyes and navigated his horse to turn around. "What could I do that you think otherwise. You may leave Zevran, no definitely not, I would have never left, and you know all too well. " Farzir just came back from the customs guard. "What was the matter here?" Angry and, despite spraying Narel gave him an answer. "That my dear Farzir can explain Avodil, got to get back." Narel gave his pitch black stallion, the spores and sped away. Narel called just before the last car. "Nanor keep you ready, we move on immediately." He dismounted from his horse as he reached the car, and tied it firmly to the car and climbed back from behind in the car. Stormy welcomed him Atlan, Narel was not going on without further, from him, so he dug in one of his stock chests, for something to eat for him. "Here's my boy." Narel gave him a big piece of juicy meat. "Zevran I suppose you should tell me something, why you're wanted by Tevinter soldiers? Zevran sitting with legs stretched out on one of the blankets.
"They'll have you known the reason certainly is not it?" Asked Zevran. "They said absolutely nothing, they indicated only that they were need you alive," said Narel. "Maybe I should not travel with you, I'm alone and so much better off," the only answer as Narel got. "Do not you think that you are now a bit exaggerating. To which I was now of the opinion that you have confidence in us a little more, you can continue to travel with us, "frustration was evident to him. "Narel it's not about trust, there are just things which I can not talk to you. My old life I would be all too happy to leave it behind me. " Curious said Narel. "And what about your family, they are not going to worry about you?" Zevran sighed heavily. "There was, sometimes someone that I looked like my family, even more than that."
Narel noted that Zevran with his thoughts, far in the distance was, so he decided to add contact, and simply be still. After several minutes, finally broke Zevran the silence. "Narel I decided to stay, perhaps for a few months for you." Narel hid a slight smile that had flipped on his face again as he had heard these words, Narel turned his head away and pretended as if he were one of the blankets, put together. "We should get some sleep now, can you please be slipping across Zevran.
Narel lay down between the many pillows, Zevran did not dare to lie down beside him added. Way too much he was still upset about the conversation with Narel. He wanted Narel tells everything but the fear that Narel would not believe him but kept him on it. His heart ached when he was the memories of six years ago called to mind. "I'll talk later, first with Avodil about this thing, maybe he has some advice for me", thought Narel. Both could not sleep well this time.
The next day they went on very early, as they are not allowed into the city wandering elves, there were never like to see. The Baron of the city had adopted a law several years ago they may not enter the city because he feared they would be in the eleven slaves, got a cause. Narel was this time with Zevran, in the car, late afternoon Narel not felt good and wanted to get some air. As a stand with a vigorous jerk of the car remained. Narel was standing when he fell from the impact, the car sometimes left out, would Zevran him not caught. For a while she stood arm in arm. Narel continued to speak of, just as Zevran him more tightly hugged and whispered to him. "I need a little time to explain to you everything right now, I can not. There are not many happy memories, especially six years ago. It just happened too much, even my heart closes before ".
Narel allowed the hug, he said with a quiet voice. "I understand that, and for your situation, I also understand, but why did you say nothing you're looking for?" He looked reproachfully at Zevrans eyes before he spoke again. "So you would have saved me a lot worse. Could you please let me go now, I have to take certain precautions. " Zevran released him, but he stuck to his hand. "Sorry if I came too close to you, I do not know what went into me." He finally let him go and put the plan aside and Narel said. "All right, we come first go eat something then we go to Avodil and ask why we have kept."
Standing next to the car itself Narel turned to his car driver who just unharnessed the horses. "Nanor, my tent does not build it, the car goes to sleep all the time." With a nod he confirm that he has understood it and they went together to the fire. They did give the women to a powerful stew and visited after eating the tent Avodil. "Avodil are you there?" Narel and Zevran waited patiently for a response before the tent entrance. "Come in," he said. They entered both. Narel was about to ask why they have kept, but Avodil could think it already, so he said. "We have to find another route to get home." Avodil considered its off the map. "Normally, we would follow the main road, but I think we should investigate the Weisshaupt travel and in this direction, we have some miles between us and the high road."
Farzir leaned further over to take a look at the map. "But we would not trade to operate in Minrathous" said Farzir. Narel fell into his word when he wanted to talk further. "But we can do it in Weisshaupt, and when we go to Mossberg. And from there through a wasteland, Anderfels travel to Layah. Narel went off his finger this route. "Then we make sure there still good deals. From Layah, we should not need until the Donarks. Avodil was excited about this. "This could even work Narel in Weisshaupt we need to increase our supplies and I will immediately make me a list, with the errands.
Zevran was approached by Farzir because he noticed he had not spoken about this and sat next to Narel on the floor. "Zevran what you think after Weisshaupt to go?" Zevran slightly twisted his face, and rather asked a question in return. "If the Grey Wardens, ever do business with you?" Farzir did not happen to give an answer. Avodil stared at his list and responded very determined. "Maybe we should have never been there, but there are some rumors that King Alistair, from Ferelden currently reside there." Narel fell at his words, almost from the stool. "What should we bring that Avodil? He asked. Zevran winked to Narel, and spoke. "I can bring us in Weisshaupt, they may trade with you or at least share with you some things that, I'm even." Almost all in the tent said, "Huh?, You can really bring us into it?"
Now Zevran looked annoyed as he answered. "Yes, and exposes me no more questions, as well as so yes you're gonna see in two to three days." He turned to go, Narel was just behind him when Avodil said. "Wait Narel you can not go yet, you stay and the others, please leave the tent." Avodil referred to Narel on the stool next to him to take place. "You wanted to talk with me?" Narel took place and his two hands laid on the table. "Was it ever correct to hide him and then to ask is whether he would continue with us?" Narel now put his hands on his head and put him back. "Why I do this for him, I'm not usually so, I hate every stranger whether Elf, or not, Avodil. Narel looked at him pleadingly." what's wrong with me "Avodil laid a hand on the shoulder and said." So calm down but Narel, have you ever thought about it, that you hold, perhaps some feelings for him? "
Stunned, he stood up and stared at Avodil. "Please what? No it's not, he is a man. " Powerless he was down again on the stool. "I ... I do not know what should I do and if it is so as you said? Narel poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in a train. "Narel that's not the apocalypse. Avodil went to him and took him now for the third time felt the cup away with wine. "You should listen into yourself and trust what your heart tells you." Avodil tapped it on his chest and continued calm. "Whether man or woman in love Does not matter really."
Narel sighed heavily, he laid his head on his arms that were already on the table, but he looked at Avodil. "But how do I know the he will not reject me? He also told me that he wants to stay only a few months, he always does exactly as mysterious as the cause of just and why he needs time to explain everything to me? Apparently, his heart has closed. Avodil had to sigh this time. "Narel, I'm afraid that's true even for some of the drips when they lose a loved one of them was close, maybe he still grieves for someone, you should wait a bit longer." Avodil handed him a plate with bread, cheese and a piece of ham. They made both upon it. Chewing Avodil had something to get rid of. "Moreover, I had already suspected something like that, you do it to behave differently if it were not so." Narel still cut off one last piece of cheese, pushing it to go into his mouth and when he turned again to Avodil. "I must be clear about my own feelings before I do anything or even say what I would later regret, I am really grateful that I could talk to you, I'll be on my way out and see where Zevran is".
Not far from Avodils tent, sat leaning on a tree Zevran. Narel went to him and sat down. Zevran had closed his eyes, which gave Narel the chance to look at him closer. His forehead was marked by slight lines, her blond hair blowing gently in the wind. Narel watched him a while to before he spoke to him. "Zevran?, Have you, seat the whole time here?" Zevran looked him directly in his blue eyes. "No I have not, Atlan was that I sit here." Narel averted his eyes from Zevrans eyes and looked for Atlan. "So, so Atlan was the culprit, well, my boy, you were pretty sweet. Atlan joined him. Quietly, he whines and Narel stroked his flank by, Zevran it decided to do the same, he leaned over to Atlan to stroke it. "You're a really good boy," said Zevran. So they both caressed him and after a certain time they touched by chance on the hands.
Narel moved his hand to shy away and stood up, he would not he noticed that his face began to burn with charm. "I ... .. I must go. " Fast hastily disappeared Narel. "Atlan I've done something wrong?" He tilted his head and looked at him. "You're not really a help for me." He got up and went sadly into the car. "What do I do now?, As if nothing had happened?" Narel sat far away from the camp in the grass, as Nevthon joined him. "Hey my friend, have now time to talk to me?" Somewhat annoyed replied Narel. "What do you want?" Nevthon let down by him into the grass. "What is the run by the liver and why he actually sleeps with you, until the tent and now he sleeps with you in the car?" The only thing he was told was. "What does it matter to you." Suspicious of his answer, he was now Arogant. "Oh, all at once, or you tell me every little thing, do you even know who he really is? And why do you trust him so much? "
Narel remained, no reply, as a magical elf joined with knee-length brown hair with them. "Here you are my darling, I've been waiting all this time on you." She breathed, Nevthon a kiss on the cheek, he replied sheepishly. "Sorry Inzida, but I had to clarify with Narel something." Inzida bent down slightly and handed Narel a hand. "Narel how are you and your guest?" Narel briefly kissed her hand as he answered. "We're doing quite well how things go with your engagement party? when they should again take place? "Inzida smiled.
"We wait until we are back at home, then we will give everything else known. Zevran stood behind a tree and eavesdropped on them. Inzida did not elaborate on this theme, so she cut to Narels unpopular topic. "Narel is like now with you and arias, now did you take?" Narels remark was very derogatory across. "As if I wanted to talk to her again, we have the best childhood friends were, but since I know she wants to marry my brother." After a short pause he continued. "Well, why should I talk to her? So she can tell everything to my brother?, No thank you, that is what happened last time because it was enough for me." Nevthon intervened. "You know Narel that was somehow your fault."
Narel was unrepentant as he was a little louder and was rehearsing a response. "All clear, I have written to them to be abused by my brother for hours, I will not reconcile with her to come with my brother alone clear." Nevthon rose, with a volume Narels. "What do you think would have for that area to make your brother then? He thought you would harass them or threaten them. " Narel got up and ran like a startled chicken back and forth. "I'm just wondering why she just has to marry him, I understand this is not easy, but she would have married any other man."
Zevran came from the tree and asked. "For example, you?" Narel understood not only those who ask him when he had made, replied. "Maybe if there would have been something like feelings." Inzida meant her favorite, in a low voice. "Nevthon I think we're just not wanted here we go Come on." Not paying attention to the continuous, he continued. "She was just like a sister to me and now she married my brother, while she is making a big mistake, I can feel it."
Zevran was not convinced though Avodil had warned him about it. "Do not you worry too much about it always indicates it is their decision?" Now he was defiant. "No I'm not, you will get to know him well, I ask you again later if you do see that still as they just did." Narel did not want to talk about it, then it occurred to me that he wanted to know more about Zevran. "How do you know actually the king of Ferelden?, I tend to feel that you do not want to go after Weisshaupt". Zevran did not like the sudden turn of this conversation. "You never give up, I tell you, but only under one condition, that you avoid awkward conversation topics and you say nothing about our conversation the other, they will see for yourself then, when we get there."
Zevran leaned casually against the tree behind which he hides. "I have met him then as a Grey Warden, we were ten companions. Narel meant one of the women something to eat and drink to procure. "This was before the present King of Ferelden, King was, so I can bring us into it." Thoughtful tread silence descended on them, in between time, the woman returned, with some younger children, she drew up a table with two chairs. Then they placed a cover for two. A young girl gave them a tea Narel realized what he had just told him. "Wait you said Gray Wardens? So King, Alistair is a Grey Warden. Narel sipped his tea and then it gushed out of it. "Hmm ... .. Wait do you mean not that you have and he fought together against the Blight in Ferelden? Then you have even met the magician of the Grey Wardens? "
Zevran understood his admiration for the Grey Wardens not, and he told him even more. "He was not only a magician but as we are an elf and also the leader of our group, we have spent much time with each other. I have learned to love and appreciate him. " Narel did not quite understand how he had meant. Meanwhile, the tea was used up and it slowly started to get dark. "So we should be on the way to make the car in order to get a little sleep. Zevran were you even there when they had defeated the archdemon? Zevran remembered not like it, but he did not want to disappoint Narel. "Of course we have defeated it, otherwise you would not come to be expected of two gray Wardens and their allies, now let's talk best in the car on." Narel wanted to first get into the car and went on with enthusiasm. "It must be great as a Grey Warden to roam the land." Zevran grabbed Narel roughly by the arm, very angry, he said. "Grey Wardens are not always welcome in the country, and at a Blight leave those their lives, the fight against the archdemon.
So leave that to those that are suitable for this." Narel tore himself away from Zevran and climbed into the car. "Wait a minute I would also be suitable for this but my father, he has sent away her when she asked about me, they came to us last winter, some of us have gone with them." Narel sat down so he sat Zevran over, but he wanted him to say anything more. "Now is the end, your father has made a right decision, you should be grateful to him for he had sent them away." Unreasonable returned Narel. "Why should I not join them, since they have an important task."
He did not say more, since Zevran him, cast a reproachful look. Narel gave Atlan a large bowl of food, waiting Whimpering in front of the car. Zevran meanwhile lay on his sleeping place. Narel determined, after a few minutes later. "Zevran are you still awake?" He asked. He thought the Zevran only pretends to sleep if he was and he turned it on its back. His eyes were closed, not a single impulse, revealed whether he was asleep or awake. Narel took this opportunity to test how things stood with his feelings. Slowly but steadily he went nearer to Zevrans face and gave him a light kiss on the mouth. His soft lips clung closely to the other. Narel found it thrilling and exciting to the same, he slowly raised his head. "Athanors," Zevran said with a slight smile on his face.
Narel was a bit confused because of the name, he tried to oust him, short hand, he decided to sleep in Zevran very close. This night was Zevran, plagued by terrible nightmares. He rolled back and forth in his dream he saw him, Athanors, the last look they exchanged with each other, a quiet farewell stood in her eyes. Zevran saw him a run to the archdemon as he drew his sword, which stuck out on the floor in order to give the archdemon the coup de grace.
Zevran startled from sleep, awakened by his own scream. Narel tear the tarpaulin aside. "Zevran is all right?", Worried he looked at him. "Yes it was a nightmare." Narel could see how bad it really was him, his whole body trembled greatly, he has not thought long and got into the car, sat down beside him and put an arm around him. With his other hand he was fishing for a blanket that was not far away from him. He put them to him and to Zevran. "How's your wound? It still hurts?" Zevran really appreciates that he was with him. "Sometimes it still hurts." Together they sat in silence for a while there, Narel decided to ask for his nightmares.
"Have you often these dreams?" Asked Narel.
"Well sometimes when I think about the old times." Zevran looked outside. "I'm sorry I could not begin to ask you out." Zevran sighed slightly and looked right at him, before he answered. "Narel you do not need to apologize there are now many years have passed since then, I will not get rid of these nightmares. It is only a day trip, up to the Weisshaupt, you should equip you with weapons in order to be prepared for anything, there lurks danger everywhere. "
Narel smiled to himself when he heard these words. "We are prepared and you should prepare yourself well, here pull this chain mail." He took it from one of his chests. "Before we move on, you show me your wound. Later you can on my horse riding. Narel looked as he went on, all the necessary things. "Although I do not think is good that you want to ride the whole time through, maybe we should take turns."
Narel was washing Zevrans wound, she now looked much better, there was hardly any place nor were red. "Tomorrow we have to protect him a bit, since I like to get with you the last few miles to the keep riding." Zevran was very surprised. "Are you sure? After all, the others could begin to talk about you. " Narel rubbed the ointment on the wound, and did not even much bandages. "Oh! Zevran they do it since my childhood, now let us go until breakfast time, I see the first morning back at your wound ". Together they left the car and went to the campfire. Zevran took a large portion of porridge and joined the others as Narel talked with Captain Farzir and Avodil. When he had his porridge gave Zevran, the other a small idea in juggling and he stood not bad at it.
"Farzir you have, the other said the fight to keep ready?, So they do not need to be in full armor, it is enough if they are wearing their swords and chain mail. Narel then turned on to Avodil as Farzir him nodding confirmed that he had the others already said. "Women with children should distribute the best on the car and keep quiet, give them something which they can defend themselves." The children meanwhile applauded for Zevran for instance, as he bowed deeply at the end. "With Nanor in cars can also be a pair of women arrive with their children, about five miles from our goal we will rest again." Avodil agreed with him, but one thing that concerned him even more. "Narel you will now act as our commander?"
When he wanted to answer him Zevran came before. "As commander?" Asked Zevran, he went up straight. "You can not be older than twenty-five." Narel grimaced and looked Avodil punishing as he answered. "Now it is true I am the commander Zevran. He turned now Zevrans direction. "Avodil acts only as a commander so I do not have to reveal my identity. It is thought many times that he is the commander and so it should remain so. Except for the morning, there I will give myself to recognize as a commander. The fire makes someone so we can leave. " Zevran did not let up, and asked him a little further. "Narel how to become commander-in your younger years?"
Narel went during his conversation with Zevran to coupling. There, he said one of the young boys to saddle his horse and bring it to the car. "You have to know Zevran, I am the son of our guardian, so they trained me in many fighting styles. Zevran drove him to question something on. "And you're also trained in magic," said Zevran. Torn by surprise, and fear, he said. "How do you know?" Heart pounding, he waited for a response from him. "When did you hide me, you have muttered something and your two hands were glowing."
Narel pulled him behind the car from there they ran into the forest. "You can never say that out loud, not even imagine it." Zevran did not quite understand what that meant, it is assumed that all know of his talent. Narel was about to leave when Zevran held him back. "Before you go, you have to explain first, why can not the others know. Narel walked a few steps toward him, sat down on the floor. "We magicians are treated like dirt, we have a house where the young wizard to be related, far from our main camp." Unknowingly, he shrugged his shoulders and continued. "I can not tell you what is happening in the house with them. My mother, she always said to me in my childhood, I should hide my forces. The only way they could preserve me from coming into this house. " Zevran joined him, and put an arm around him and spoke soothingly to him. "If you wish then can we look for a closer look, maybe they will be picked up from Templers." To Narels surprise he found in Zevrans words even a little comfort.
Narel held firmly Zevrans hand for a while, an outsider would have taken her for a couple. "The only one who knows them is still Avodil, he also said it would be better if I go with him here." Zevran pressed him a little tighter. Unfortunately, they were disturbed by loud call, both no longer regretted their undisturbed togetherness. Narel sighed. "The duty calls, if you want you can be the first to ride my horse." Narel smiled as Zevran him, helped. "Say Narel what you have said recently that your brother had abused you, what does it mean to". Narel swallowed, he was not sure whether Zevran had noticed it. "Can we please talk about it another time, perhaps when we are in Weisshaupt, there are thick walls and no one could overhear us."
Meanwhile, the others waited for half an hour to two. before they again began calling them to. After ten minutes of calling, they both appeared happy coming out of the woods. "Ah! it was about time." Avodil riding on his gray mare, to them. "We would then so far, if we start now and stay up late at night through, we might even still arrive on the specified resting place." Zevran shared the excitement of the other not, the youngsters enjoyed the most. "Well, then we set off, Zevran you take my horse." Narel sat in the car, Zevran was careful to ride directly beside the car. It had rained in the night, the way it was very aggravating.
Here and there, the women even had to get out, the cars were sometimes stuck in the mud. They were now almost arrived at the rest area a few miles it was still up there, but Zevran turned again crosswise. Narel asked him to descend again and again because he was taking too pale. "Zevran climb off the horse from now, if you do not, I will force you." 'Zevran looked only briefly at Narel, and smiled at him boldly, and then gave the stallion the spores. He galloped past Nevthon who was just getting to Inzida on the car. Both looked puzzled when he advised faster forward. "Zevran do not ride so far ahead," Narel shouted after him. Zevran turned around not once, but he enjoyed feeling the wind on his face. Narel went a little excited to Nevthon, he had finally noticed also that he has gone on the wagon.
"Nevthon, I borrow your horse, you get it back later." Narel did not wait for an answer, he just jumped into the saddle to keep track of Zevran. When he arrived at Avodil, he instructed him to drive on to the rest stop, they would then come there. Atlan was followed Narel. He told him to take Zevrans track on, he sniffed around on the floor, sometimes he kept his nose in the air. Then suddenly he burst dashed. Howling, he signaled Narel, which he had taken Zevrans weather. "I gotta go." He rode behind Atlan, they followed a small dirt road.
The path led them far away from the actual route, Narel had to crouch low because he had to dodge some trees with low hanging branches. Atlan suddenly stopped, snarling, he put on the ears. Narel went to Atlan what he saw there staggered his breath. All over the floor blood was visible. He got off his horse and tied it to a tree and followed the traces of blood. They led him to a small clearing. On this he saw his horse just break down, a five-foot tall bear had struck him with a sharp claws, broke its neck. From Zevran nothing was visible, in a trembling voice, he turned to Atlan. "Atlan stalking you up behind him, lure him away from the horse." Atlan obeyed immediately, it does not take long until the bear chased him and they began to fight far away. Narel crept softly to the horse. Very shocked he was when he had seen his dead horse on his abdomen a large gaping wound. The poor horse also had deep claw marks. From Zevran it was not a single track. It took away any traces of the horse. He had accepted the Zevran be elsewhere from his horse fell. For him, was never considered that he might perhaps have been eaten. Far too late, he noticed that the bear showed up again now. Slowly he tried to sneak away, but was not possible. The bear built up before him, he looked out Atlan remained. He discovered not far away, lying on the floor, apparently he was just unconscious. Narel turned the bear again. He got straight to a stroke, Narel had to pay all his skill to avoid. He cursed himself for his bow left lying in the car to have. The bear then moved directly toward him, Narel stumbled, but fought his way back on their feet.
As if from nowhere, came a throwing knife flew. This only grazed the bear's shoulder. Enraged, the bear turned around, foaming with rage, it ran in the direction from which it was thrown. Narel looked in that direction and wondered who had rescued him there. He saw Zevran injured by a tree leaning. For him, he looked as he took leave of his life. Without hesitation, he conjured a huge root that the bears were holding. He looked first for Atlan, which still lay motionless on the ground. Narel examined him quickly, before it was just the right paw compressed. Of course, he also knew healing spells but to long, he never used. Atlans paw was fast, produced by the magic again, Atlan woke up there. Together they went on their way to Zevran. The bear complained loudly about his prison and tried to free himself, so Narel said a spell, so he was paralyzed.
"Zevran you're okay?, We have to hurry the magic does not keep him forever paralyzed," he said when they arrived at Zevran. Zevrans abdominal wound was bleeding again heavily on he also had bruises everywhere and minor cuts. Narel based Zevran go with. After about ten minutes, they reached the hard-bound horse, Zevran groaned with every step they made. He also struggled on the horse, Narel could convince him to, he said they are faster in the other would. Narel took the reins of the horse and Atlan led them back again to the dirt road from there he led them on to the rest area.
Narel trusted in Atlan. Although they were slow on the road but she came in as painless as possible. Avodil waited impatiently for their return. "Farzir you stand ready with some men to look for them." Farzir nodded to confirm Nanor was told the others to gather. Especially when a small group wanted to make their way, they still appeared out of nowhere to them. Atlan lay down from exhaustion under Narels car. Avodil was shocked by the condition of the two. "What is happening with you?" Worried and facilitated to the same, he took Narel in his arms, he also helped with Zevran to get off the horse. The women were in the between time, will start a fire, there were even a few tents. A few of the younger boys were hunting, they caught a few rabbits and a few partridges. Nanor brought Nevthon his horse, he was very relieved to have him back. Narel gave Atlan something to eat and drink. In between time, Avodil treated the wounds of Zevran. At first he took one look, risen to the seam. A small piece of a bear claw was still in the wound. Zevran gritted his teeth as Avodil that pulled out. "So now you told me what happened to you, where is actually Narels horse?" Avodil sewed neatly to the gaping seams.
Zevran twitched almost imperceptibly with the mouth as the needle for the first time pulled through his skin. "Narels horse lying dead in a clearing, very likely it has now been eaten by the bear," Zevran said through clenched teeth. Narel now also entered the car, he fastened the tarp outside the car. "Avodil what about him?" Narel asked as he joined them and gave Zevran fresh clothing. "Pretty good, but you could help him there," said Avodil when he looked at Narel. Narel had to shake it, he thought he could a glimpse into the soul. Narel put his hands glowing section of the small wounds, they healed without leaving a scar, he got it directly, the new approaches to heal. Half of them was healed, as Narel suddenly fell in a faint. "His powers seem to be exhausted for today," said Avodil. Zevran caught him as he passed out.
Avodil helped him Narel to lay on the bed, Zevran lay there beside Avodil rubbed his seams with ointment. Zevran able to connect thanks Narel himself with a bandage. Zevran revealed Narel had to after he changed clothes, then he accompanied Avodil outside. Atlan came out under the car when he heard Zevrans agree. "Is this always the case with him?" He asked, turning to Avodil. "Well that happened to you when you're not very proficient in it." They went to the fire, one of the women there boiling handed them a plate of fried rabbit, two cups and a jug full of mead. Zevran had no appetite, listless, he poked around in his food. He really was not after something to eat. He sighed to himself, nor put down his plate to Atlan. Atlan frass on everything Zevran drank a cup of mead, empty after the other. Avodil was engrossed in a conversation with Farzir. He ordered them to set up night watches. Late in the evening, woke Narel, regains consciousness. Puzzled about why he was in bed, he sat up. With his hands he felt his side, but found only an empty sleep persist.
From outside, penetrated come laughing. Narel went outside to see what goes on there. A half-drunken men crowd had formed around Zevran. Narel push himself through to him. Zevran was drunk, dancing while he was undressing. He twirled his shirt half-naked through the air. , Narel grabbed Zevran angry, he looked contemptuously at the other. "How can you like that do?" He asked as he walked towards the car and pulled him behind her. "Wait Narel, I was not ready," said Zevran babbling. "No way, now you go to bed with me," Narel consumed him with all his strength into the car. He had Zevran on both arms drawn behind him. Narel stumbled backwards when going over an edge in the car. Both fell together on the pillows and blankets. Narel cursed the stupid edge, Zevrans body lay on him. Narel did not notice the Zevran enjoyed it. Slowly he got up a piece of him, he saw directly in Narels eyes. Zevran tenderly touched his face, he patted him on the cheek and went down to the lips. With his index finger he stroked slowly over them. Narel let him, Zevran did not retreat. He kissed him demanding, but also affectionate. To his surprise return Narel the kiss. Attracted to each other, many times they kissed passionately. Zevran even went one step further, he kissed his neck and his left hand he touched Narels nipples.
By Zevrans circular motion she stood upright, Narel moaned in pleasure, as this Zevran began to lick and kiss her. Suddenly, nothing happened, Narel then opened his eyes and looked into an sleep face. Zevran was down at him. Understanding, Narel kissed him, then he fell asleep. The following day Narel got up very early. Nevthon greeted him friendly even though he could not sleep long because he was on night guard, tired, he went to the campfire. He looked forward to his bed, the night guard of him went quiet. Nevthon, offered Narel his horse, he would go to sleep, he said the Avodil sitting on the car would. Avodil left it Zevran to ride his horse is calm and he has not rein in the ride. Narel thought to be Avodil joined them, "if we speak of the devil." Avodil confirmed what Nevthon said. Gradually awakened the camp, some women made the food, the younger children were preparing the bread dough.
Farzir shooed a few of the younger guys around. He divided them into two groups, some supplied the horses, the rest was to hunt small wild sent out. Narel had Atlan hunt for themselves, is, after all he remains a wolf. Inzida brought him a large plate with bread, cheese and ham, also were down with small flat cakes on the plate. A table with two chairs brought two slightly older boys. Narel got into the car to wake Zevran. With a cup full of hot tea, he casually strolled over to the bed. Gently he stroked him a streak from the face. "Zevran, Zev come on, get up, it is time". He did not respond. Narel put on the tea from one of the chests and went back to him. Dreamy he stroked Zevrans hair. Zevran visibly enjoyed the togetherness, he lay on his back and used Narels dreamy absence to steal him a kiss. Amazed Narel pushed him away.
Very surprised at his reaction apologized Zevran. A little bent, he finally stood up and tried to move his things together around. Narel took the cup in his hand and left the car to have breakfast. A little later came Zevran to. Silently they ate breakfast together. They watched as one of the women cleared away everything and brought them new tea. Narel broke when she was gone, the silence finally. "I do not know if that was a good idea, I've never, you know." He stopped and looked for the right words, in Sharm burned his face. "You know what I mean, I ... ... I have no experience with men, and and I'm a little afraid. " Zevran looked at him sympathetically. "That does not mean we can take our time so there's no hurry." Narel agreed, he got up and got ready for the start. Zevran settled beforehand by examining Avodil. His wound healed a bit faster thanks Narels healing powers. Now led Narel and Zevran to the train, close behind them Farzir rode with some men. Avodil sat with Nanor on the car and Nevthon, drove in Inzida. Zevran was amazed when he came from Avodils tent. Narel him with two horses opposed. It just went on the sun as they went.
To be continued
