Here is a picture of Fernakk, Vali and Nâr'jan from left to right:
Fernakk pokes a small fire, with Nâr'jan sitting near by.
NÂR'JAN: What do you mean you didn't bring a frying pan?!
FERNAKK: How was I supposed to know that frying pans are so useful? I'm an ignored prince, not a cook's apprentice. Besides, weren't you supposed to bring rabbits instead of eggs?
NÂR'JAN: But it had babies! I couldn't do it!
FERNAKK: Eggs are worse! They aren't even babies yet!
NÂR'JAN: Eggs don't feel pain.
FERNAKK: *sighs*
NÂR'JAN: I DID catch a rabbit.
FERNAKK: Okay.
NÂR'JAN: ..You don't believe me, do you?
FERNAKK: No.
VALI: (OS) Breakfast, ho! Also lunch and quite possibly, dinner!
He appears from behind the bushes, holding the three cups on his sword as a tray and dragging a dead boar from its tail. The scene switches to the group having breakfast.
VALI: So. Nâr'jan. That's an unusual name. Where are you from?
NÂR'JAN: I don't know. My Ferssi father says he found me in these forests when I was no more than 4. He adopted me, and taught his trade. Turns out, I have a knack for alchemy.
FERNAKK: You were a wildling in Solkhora, your step-father is Ferssi and you have red hair. What a combination.
NÂR'JAN: Yeah, about my hair.. I've never seen anyone else who has red hair. Have you?
VALI: No, and believe me, I've seen a lot of people. Maybe a mutation caused your hair colour.
NÂR'JAN: A what?
VALI: A mutation. An accident in the miniscule sugar-based structures in your body that determines your physical features, such as height, eye colour, hair colour, skin colour and so on.
Vali wonders why the other two are looking at him like that as he takes another bite of the boar leg he's holding.
FERNAKK: How do you know all that?
VALI: I am a scholar. Or rather, used to be. That was a long time ago.
FERNAKK: Really?
NÂR'JAN: "Long time ago".. Right, you never told me how you lived this long..
VALI: Actually.. Whenever I think about that, my mind snaps back. Does that happen to you? It's like that my mind is forcing me to think of something else.
NÂR'JAN: Yeah, it happens every now and then, but never when I'm thinking about important stuff.
VALI: Because of this, I can't think of why I don't age, or things that happened VERY long ago.. Even if I know that I still have the memories, I can't.. access them.
A brief silence.
FERNAKK: Wait a moment, now! Yesterday, you only told me that you don't know and care! Why didn't you give me this deep explanation then?
VALI: Well, your eyes are hardly as captivating as today's inquirer.
Nâr'jan is flustered.
FERNAKK: That.. wasn't smooth.
VALI: Give me a break! I haven't flirted with anyone for almost a century!
FERNAKK: *sigh* So what's the plan now?
VALI: We still have to get to Nearum, but first, we have to escort Nâr'jan to Knissia.
FERNAKK: That's where you were headed, right?
NÂR'JAN: Yes. And... thank you. You didn't have to do this.
VALI: Of course we did! How else is Sir Never-Flirted-Before going to call himself an adventurer if he doesn't help people every now and then?
FERNAKK: What.. How..
VALI: *takes one last bite* Okay, let's get moving.
The trio leave the rest of the not-so-portable boar, and head north to find the path they should be on.
Here's the link to the first 8 chapters of the story (I won't be uploading any more chapters) http://yagothefrood.deviantart.com/gallery/45822124
The first parts are written in a theatre-like manner, but it slowly switches to a more book-like style as the story goes on.