Northstar Vale [join] he's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man

Their explanation was a grand summary of this place of prosperity, leaving Narcissus feeling decidedly inspired. It occurred to him in a private thought that for Anemone to be a cleric, she was being the heart of the pack—the passion, the drive, and the emotion. It was unlike her; it best suited Hawthorne to be the heart. Anemone would best have been the beast's head, the logical mediator herself, a monk in her own way. And Narcissus, the spine and the ribs encasing them, the skull protecting them, had his own clear-cut path in front of him; his nerve best suited the warrior faction, whose job it was to rid the Vale's denizens of any harm, mental or physical.

But even as these things occurred to him, he abandoned, like Anemone, what would have made the most sense. Narcissus may have been the L'amour shield, but he was not a fighter at heart. He could not rouse himself in fury and passionate flame enough to drive his teeth into the flesh of another to cause bodily harm. In defence of his family would be the only time his weaponry would cease to be sheathed... Otherwise it served as nothing but a warning. He had the means, but not the motive.

So even though Xi'nuata made a compelling case for the warriors, drawing his attention away from the monk with her husky words, with her talk of peace, he knew it was not his calling. His truest calling was to be with his siblings, but aside from that, his heart—and aye, his skills—lay elsewhere. He didn't speak for a moment, allowing their words to settle in and noticing for the first time that Xi'nuata's eyes, previously melted into her figure with near perfect similarity, were in fact different shades. One stood out more than the other, a little darker... Subtle, but there. Heterochromia was uncommon, so for a moment he observed this curiously.

But at length he returned his gaze once more to Tenzin, and commanded himself to speak: "Guidance," he repeated, "prosperity. I am a simple huntsman." He was also Narcissus, Robin Hood's incarnation as it were, rogue and noble guard all in one, taken with his reflection but only mildly... But at his core, a huntsman, plain and without decoration. "How does one become guidance and prosperity?" These seemed like traits of gentle Kei, and so they suited him well, at least in Narcissus' own interpretation.