he was no [ ODIN ] or ( HEIMDALLR ), both whose sight extended further than one can imagine in their life time. a narrowing of the brows soon followed, darkened gaze glancing about this vigili's keep. there was an army brewing, but preparing for what war? baldr had a hunch it was linked to the u n b e a r a b l e scent he picked up a while ago.
❝— i was searching for vigil’s keep, matter of fact.❞
it took him a few days to arrive, but from going through remote villages and travelers, he heard whispers of [ ɢʀᴇʏ ᴡᴀʀᴅᴇɴs ] and their sacrifice for a better world. it reminded him of his older brother, who would do ANYTHING to see asgard and midgard safely.
baldr straightened his posture.
❝i wish to j o i n.❞
“You wish to become a Warden?”
One day, he will stop sounding so surprised by such things, but with the Blight over and done with, you don’t exactly see all that many people rushing to fill the ranks of the Grey. Most who do, he thinks, remembering Mhairi, end up dying. It’s a shame, but it happens. More often than Balfour likes to think about, really.
Oh, if only he understood why some survived where others died. He likes to think he’d manage to usher in a whole new era for the Wardens in that case. One where they were at the height of power.
"Our ranks are not so full that I have it in me to reject you. What’s your name, stranger? From where do you hail? My only requirement is that I know who I’m bringing into the fold. No strangers amongst brothers and sisters.“
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