Alwin had always found being outside during the daytime somewhat unnerving. There was no roof, nothing to stop himself from being snatched up and carried off or just floating off into the sky. He knows both fears are irrational (well, being snatched up by a large, flying predator outside of the Under-Earth was unlikely, but not impossible), but they still tug at the back of his brain, the same way a child my pull on their father's beard to get his attention. Alwin's fingers unconsciously stroked the creature beside him. The groundhawk Erastil was relatively young. Perhaps the dinosaurian equivalent of a teenager. It had been showing recently too: the feathered beast had been acting up lately, ignoring commands or outright challenging Alwin's status as alpha. It sometimes had taken a quick tussle to put the young raptor in his place.

He listens to the old man speak. Community is something the dwarf understands well. Kin and clan are very important in dwarven society, and even if Alwin was an odd duck in his community, he cherishes it with all his heart. He examines the bracelet handed to him, curious. The craftsmanship was good, if different from the beads of bone and metal he was used to. Alwin nods, hearing the instructions, and puts the bracelet in his pocket.

Once Ot dismisses them, Alwin eyes the small group that had been gathered. [i]Quite the motley crew[/i], he thinks to himself.