[h3]Freagon, Yanin, Jaelnec and Jordan – Outside the Fadewatcher station, Borstown[/h3]
“'Forget' may be the wrong word for it,” Jaelnec remarked with an apologetic smile. “Obviously I'm mostly speaking from the perspective of someone who hasn't had a steady acquaintance, let alone a friend, since I was ten. In a world where war, bandits and monsters is something that happens to other people someplace far away so they just become stories. Where it seems like people have always been there and will always continue to be there. You appreciate them, of course, but... I don't know. The current me can't help but think I took them for granted.”
“Thanks, and you can ask me, too,” he replied to Jordan's offer to ask him or Yanin if he needed anything, though part of him still could not help but feel as though that was an empty promise since he fully expected them to part ways as soon as they were finished here. “I'm afraid I can't make the offer for Sir Freagon, though; he's usually not the generous or helpful type of guy. And his face is... well, almost like it is now. Honestly, I hope you never see him make a different expression.”
To the last bit about Fadewatchers only getting involved in things after they had happened Jaelnec nodded his head understandingly. “At least it's different this time, right? Though I guess we were still too late to save some people, there's still someone to save and bad guys to stop. And there's been quite a bit of tracking down stories already!”

Freagon let out a single, coarse bark of laughter when Yanin asked if he could use magic. “Pick any random peasant and they'd probably have more magic in them than me. There were Knights of the Will who were also mages, but I'm not one of them.”
“What matters...” The old nightwalker repeated the words thoughtfully. “That's a good question. Had you asked me during any other part of my life... I think I'll go with 'hope'. Leaving behind hope is what matters, be that by eliminating dangers, saving the defenseless or creating a new protector.”
“I'll talk to them,” Freagon shrugged at Yanin's recommendation to confer with Deo'irah and her “little friend”. “It's not like it could make things worse.”
He did not go with Yanin when he left; Freagon figured the human knight could handle something as mundane as that himself.