Neverwinter Forest Are we heroes or weapons pointed at the enemy so someone else can claim the victory?

hope it's cool i party crash this!

The sun had hardly been up when Pasha had pushed himself out to the borders for something to do. There had been the chill in the early autumn air that had stirred him awake, and the walk through fog and dew had done much to clear his mind of any lingering grogginess. Even so he couldn't help but let his thoughts wander a bit as he made his way along the varied borderland; mundane thoughts mostly crossed his consideration. What to eat, what to do after that, and so on and so forth.

Most of that was shelved neatly when a call had rose up. Though there was a particular request for a leader, Pasha moved to intercept it all the same. It was always an opportunity to learn something new and in the worst case, perhaps ward off any manner of weirdness that was liable to crop up. They had certainly had enough of that in the last few weeks, though he hadn't seen the strange healer or her injured ward since.

As he neared the source of the call, he picked up on the sight of a dark, slicked coat in the shadowy eaves. The wayfarer lingered where he should have, which made the approach Pasha made go much smoother than the alternative. With Scimitar nowhere in sight yet, his ambitious son opted to jump in headfirst with a simple greeting: "Hello."