Upon arrival on Skarhold, Varrek was terrified of the high, intimidating mountains and dry land before him. There's no way he can survive living here. He's heard stories of the creatures roaming the island. About how there are four meter tall, four legged monsters that feed on humans. With no other choice he hurried off the boat and stepped onto the ashy and dry land. He looked around and saw nothing but rocks. Not a single tree in sight. Not knowing what to do, he walked forward. And he walked forward for a lot of time, seeing various things and creatures. The island wasn't like they taught back home, it was beautiful in it's own way. Once it started getting dark he decided to set up camp. Not knowing what kind of creatures he could face at night, he decided to stay in a cave. He got settled on the rocks and took a last look out of the cave entrance before his eyelids closed. He woke up to a peculiar sight. An old man sitting next to him and eating some kind of fruit. He looked around 60, had no hair and was wearing wierd robes. Varrek sat up and rubbed his eyes. He looked at the man, waiting for an explenation.
-Ah, you're awake. Here, have some fruit- he said, grinning in a way that made Varrek uneasy.
The boy carefully took the fruit and took a bite out of it. It tasted...great. He started to eat the fruit not paying attention to the man. Once he was finished he turned to him.
-So, who are you?
-My name's Jorvin. I used to be a member of one of the cults here. - he answered.
-Used to... What happened?- Varrek asked, starting to get cautious.
-Oh nothing, I got bored of it- Jorvin answered, with that wierd smile still plastered across his face.- I'm suprised you survived this long, most exiles die after a few hours. Tell me...how about you come live with me and another exile?
-Yeah I guess I could do that... I guess it's that or starving to death. - the boy answered, still skeptical of the man.
-Well then what are we waiting for?- The man got up and helped Varrek up.
The pair started their journey, which lasted only about ten minutes. They didn't really see anything wierd on the way except for a two legged spider. Once they arrived, they stood before a two story, wooden house. Shortly after a boy, around a year younger than him ran out of the house. He must be the other exile. He was pretty short, had freckles on his face, dark hair and brown eyes. As soon as he saw the newcomer he stopped, visibly frightened. Jorvin, noticing it quickly stepped in and tried to calm him
-Don't worry. He's an exile just like you.
Varrek noticing the tension, decides to introduce him self
-Hi..my name's Varrek.
-Varrek.. My name's Darron.- he answers quietly
-Darron will show you around, I'll make some dinner.- Jorvin said before entering the house.
Darron walked in side aswell without saying a single world so, Varrek followed him. After a quick guide of the house during which Varrek only learned where he's going to be sleeping, him and Darron made their way to dinner. The food wasn't bad. But not as good as his mother's. Well it's not like he'll ever eat her food again since she got beheaded. He'll have to live with this food. After finishing eating, Varrek and Darron got told to clean up while Jorvin went to do something. He later came back with a bunch of hunting gear.
-We're going out hunting guys!- Jorvin's eyes sparkled with excitement, but Varrek noticed the edge in his grin, like he knew secrets about the forest that he wasn't telling.