On the journey to Haven, the degree to which Cole's presence was known had been variable. Gavin, at least, had been startled every time he'd noticed Cole, had needed reminding that they were traveling together. While the elf had always warmed to him following the initial shock, the others in the party — Cole included — had been treated a few times to stories Gavin couldn't remember telling.
On the way back, his presence is more constant. He is quiet, for the most part, but he is there, walking along with the rest of them. When they stop on the first evening, he assists in setting up, then stays somewhat apart, sitting with crossed legs on the periphery of the camp. He does not appear to have his own tent.
Anyone who passes closely enough will be able to hear him murmuring, as his finger traces patterns in the palm of his left hand:
"Shattered, scattering, falling through the Fade. Pressed, then pulled from the stream. Fish flopping on the shore, against the stones. This isn't their world."
On the road - OTA
On the way back, his presence is more constant. He is quiet, for the most part, but he is there, walking along with the rest of them. When they stop on the first evening, he assists in setting up, then stays somewhat apart, sitting with crossed legs on the periphery of the camp. He does not appear to have his own tent.
Anyone who passes closely enough will be able to hear him murmuring, as his finger traces patterns in the palm of his left hand:
"Shattered, scattering, falling through the Fade. Pressed, then pulled from the stream. Fish flopping on the shore, against the stones. This isn't their world."