Nijel Bladesong, Paladin
Nijel, having just finished feeding and tending to his noble steed, St. Jo, was walking back to the location of the rest of his party when he spied Roak up ahead. Not being one for much deep thought, Nijel stopped his progress and watched Roak go about his duties, even though he was not really sure why he did so. After a few minutes of this, Nijel tired of the pursuit and slowly approached Roak, who had just headed off on some errand, evidently -- he seemed as though he was seeking someone?
"Ho, Roak!" And as the Carinwalker approaches, Nijel hangs his axe on his belt at claps a friendly arm across the Cairnwalker's shoulders. "Friend Roak, you know me well, so you know that I am not one to be prone to give advice. But you seem to me to be one who bears a great weight, a heavy, heavy load upon his shoulders. I think I have a solution for your problem -- I have always found that when I feel at loose ends, the greatest remedy for me is to be found in finding some orc or other miscreant and giving my all to smiting him thoroughly! Let us go forth and smite some now, and I think that you will begin to feel better very soon!"