Farron's Inner Monologue
Subject: RE: First Night: The hunt; It's been a hell of a long day
Farron listens to these various exchanges with mixed feelings, but tries not to reveal what he is thinking outwardly. At Rennik's words, he pointedly stares at the fire. He feels sorry for Garyth, knowing that in Overlook he has had little chance to use his skills in the heat of a real battle, but knows that it is clear that despite this lack, he has practiced them well. He is angered that the halfling savage feels the need to repeatedly dress him down publicly. But at the second mention of the group's dependence on him as "great hunter and tracker", Farron grumbles, "Not all of us are ignorant of the ways of nature."
When Mission speaks his piece, Farron listens quietly. He respects the monk's skill in fighting. Never before has he seen someone take out a giant spider single-handedly, and with a single flurry of blows. However, it is clear that the monk has little (if indeed any) respect for those who have chosen to study and learn to control the awesome powers of magical forces. This is odd because it seems clear that he, himself, gains some measure of power by tapping into these forces. The way his tattoos glow at times surely must indicate some magical forces at work. It's too bad that he sees their (his and Sa'id's) chosen profession as less than noble. Still, he is skilled and it might be useful to try and win friendship from this remarkable fighter.
But beyond his grumbling at Rennik's attitude, Farron does not add more to the debate, but eventually pulls out his own spellbook and begins studying. Tomorrow looks to be full of hiking and if things play out the way they seem to be heading, not a little fighting.