Thadeous looked into the faces of the people around him. They all seemed so young and capable, even the young lady who was sick, Kara, the Osirion had called her. He was a bit shocked to hear that she was a slave, though he tried not to let it show. He had little taste for a person who would hold another in bondage. Whose slave was she? he wondered. Ikethru’s? Almah’s? How many others here are slaves? Perhaps the Osirion is also a slave?
Slaves or not, these people all had the look in their eyes of people who had done things and seen things that he had only read about in books. The young man beside him, Azten, also had that look. Doubt began to creep over him, threatening to overwhelm him.
How much would they expect of him? Would they be like the master of the caravan he had travelled to Katapesh with? That man had thought he was a master mage. He had tried to explain that he was more of a researcher than a wizard, but the man had not listened.
This woman, Almah, seemed to have the same idea. Perhaps I should have stayed at the library, he thought. I’m nothing but an old fraud.
His moment of panicked doubt began to pass and he steeled himself against it, resolving to do his best to meet the expectations of these brave people. He had chosen this path, and it was too late to back out now. He may not be a master mage, but he knew a trick or two, and he could still be of value.
“I’m Thadeous. It’s very good to meet you all.” He bowed then hurriedly sorted through his pack and took out his waterskin, offering a drink to Kara.
Sorry it's so long, just trying to build a bit of his character for the first post