[Areous]

Gethin sat by the entrance, watching the rain pour over the trees and ferns, pooling into the ground and sinking away. Thunder clapped somewhere off in the distance, lightening flashing through the trees and lighting the cave in a different way for a brief second. It faded away and he looked back on his little group. His guard duty Hawke and the new comer 'Golden Blade' or Jake. He gave the mercenary a distrustful look, shoulders hunching in.

He had been watching over Hawke since he had been born, his job starting just a few weeks after he was born. He was to watch him at all times, at a distance as well as watch the other royal children. Hawke needed certain training though so he was often separate form the others. He had been there as he grew and learned and of course followed ashe set off to complete his fate. It was sure to be dangerous and it turned out to be, more so then some had expected. They had been attack very quickly, almost off guard.

He had instantly pulled back to protect the sire, fighting back any Orcs who came close. Their small group, a few knights as well as a couple of helpers, had fought en hard but Orcs were nasty creatures and while they killed a few of the Orcs, most of them had been injured and killed. He wasn't much of a healer and he couldn't save them. The griffin had quickly dragged Hawke away, to a near town. There they had stayed in a tavern, meeting up wit the Mercenary, who he hadn't trusted but needed help from.

Gethin stood up, talons clinking against the stone floor as he came up to them, settling next to Hawke again, staring across the fire at Jake, his eyes narrowed while his beak clicked irritably.