Around the campfire one evening on the way from Darkwell to Darkhigh, Vistariil will casually say:
"I am newly come to the Wardens, and I have seen some of what we can accomplish. Perhaps it would be a good idea for us each to declare what our talents and capabilities are, to allow us to function more cohesively.
"We face death (until the world resets) with one another every day, so why not know something of our comrades abilities?"
He will look around the fire to get a sense of how this proposal is greeted.
"For myself" he says, "I am not very mysterious. I have some skill in weaponry, and some familiarity with combat leadership. I have come to see my role in the Wardens as one of support and protection. I am not as hardy a warrior as Sir Barrett" he nods, "or as skilled in woodcraft as Clovis." Another nod. "And I have no ability in magic. Yet.
"Does anyone else want to volunteer information?"
"I am newly come to the Wardens, and I have seen some of what we can accomplish. Perhaps it would be a good idea for us each to declare what our talents and capabilities are, to allow us to function more cohesively.
"We face death (until the world resets) with one another every day, so why not know something of our comrades abilities?"
He will look around the fire to get a sense of how this proposal is greeted.
"For myself" he says, "I am not very mysterious. I have some skill in weaponry, and some familiarity with combat leadership. I have come to see my role in the Wardens as one of support and protection. I am not as hardy a warrior as Sir Barrett" he nods, "or as skilled in woodcraft as Clovis." Another nod. "And I have no ability in magic. Yet.
"Does anyone else want to volunteer information?"
