Ji'Sien walked, as a bit more chitter came about, nothing out of the ordinary, but the dunmar seemed to think less of it, as they had been walking a ways ahead for a while, maybe they just liked being infront. He yawned, they were going to set up camp earlier then usual is what he thought. The sun was setting, but Ji wasn't, sure a simple yawn could escape but he was the night owl, and his fur would keep him warm through the night, "I can stay watch, I usually stay up till far late, and if an ice troll or something finds us on the mountain... he said, the others starting the fire, and the so called "leader" of the group the Dunmar who leaded the march. He thought for a good long moment and spoke once more, "I don't think we should have a leader. I mean, we should put things to votes... If we have one person forcing everyone else to do something, somebody will be less then happy."
He sat next to the Breton, Surani, they had apperantly read a bit, sadly he was not usually reading, as he never had the money for it. She seemed to be writing in a diary as well, he looked around at the group thinking. 'Well I guess I have to make friends, less I risk being eaten when the food supply runs low.' Looking over at the Breton he said, "So what did you do before dragons came about?" he said his eyes tlazing over the people sitting at the small camp, was an odd thought bubbling in his head, he actually joined some group to take on dragons. Beasts he could never think of facing, and yet despite the constant knowing of 'I am going to die' the feeling of being able to fight for the lives of others made him feel a bit more like. 'I am going to die a hero!' But nonetheless dying was apart of, and he wasn't a fan of dying so early. Peprhaps he could try spellcasting, or learn how to truly fight, shield and spear. Or possibly the smaller things like reading, they were all thoughts, he likely would die before ever fullfilling them but it was a hope.
He sat next to the Breton, Surani, they had apperantly read a bit, sadly he was not usually reading, as he never had the money for it. She seemed to be writing in a diary as well, he looked around at the group thinking. 'Well I guess I have to make friends, less I risk being eaten when the food supply runs low.' Looking over at the Breton he said, "So what did you do before dragons came about?" he said his eyes tlazing over the people sitting at the small camp, was an odd thought bubbling in his head, he actually joined some group to take on dragons. Beasts he could never think of facing, and yet despite the constant knowing of 'I am going to die' the feeling of being able to fight for the lives of others made him feel a bit more like. 'I am going to die a hero!' But nonetheless dying was apart of, and he wasn't a fan of dying so early. Peprhaps he could try spellcasting, or learn how to truly fight, shield and spear. Or possibly the smaller things like reading, they were all thoughts, he likely would die before ever fullfilling them but it was a hope.