His first patrol doesn't last long; it takes a deliberately easy path, with intention of edifying the greener recruits who've come along (some of whom are so young they still have spots). Considering he's fairly green himself, after months of relative idleness and that ongoing asala-taar business, Alistair doesn't mind.
...all right, he doesn't mind too much.
Though if he happens to hang back a pace or two when they round a corner and crash headlong into a spider, it's -- just because he wants the younger ones to get some experience. Certainly not because everything goes a little hazy at the edges for a moment. Of course not.
He clatters into their tent, tossing his helmet aside and raking his fingers through his damp hair. Miraculously, though, he does not make a face at the desk.
(He made enough faces at that desk when Cullen slapped it together. It's mostly out of his system. Mostly.)
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...all right, he doesn't mind too much.
Though if he happens to hang back a pace or two when they round a corner and crash headlong into a spider, it's -- just because he wants the younger ones to get some experience. Certainly not because everything goes a little hazy at the edges for a moment. Of course not.
He clatters into their tent, tossing his helmet aside and raking his fingers through his damp hair. Miraculously, though, he does not make a face at the desk.
(He made enough faces at that desk when Cullen slapped it together. It's mostly out of his system. Mostly.)