He tries to be reliable, anyway. Most of the time, he does all right. When he's around fellow templars, he tries harder, ceaselessly afraid of falling short in his duty and seeming unworthy in comparison. It's...a lot easier to look good in comparison to other templars, these days, but Wren is not one of those easy-to-measure-up-to ones, and she keeps him on his toes with a half-conscious desire to impress her.

So whatever is in that cave, he's got this. Really. He's all over this. Even if it's a bear.

It is not a bear, as he discovers, dropping down to the level of the entrance with a quiet jangle of armor. They might be better off if it were. The red glow of the massive, malevolent lyrium deposit reaches out of the rock as if beckoning, and Simon freezes.