At the campfire

(OOC: No One Knows Who I Am)

Dalish Camp, Sundermount, Dragon 9:31

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?


What is a family? I envy my companions. It's a terrible thing to say. But it is true. At least they have something more. Me? I am a ghost.

I can trust most of them, I think. There are still a few I am uncertain of. I still hate it here.

Pretending to be outgoing is wearisome. I'd rather bury myself in the stacks researching something obscure.

What am I? Without the Circle, what would I be? Very likely dead. Hard to say when everything familiar is a construct of the Circle. Perhaps it is true that I am only what I am.

What am I to believe? If the Circle is as broken as they say, then it must be fixed. I must figure out where it is broken and how to fix it. I cannot abandon it. If it isn't as broken as they claim, then something makes them believe it so. If it is all a lie, then what is the point? What purpose do I serve if not for the Circle?