Oh Cass, you're more like a Bondsmith than you think. James thought to himself. After all, he hadn't been much different when the Nightwatcher had chosen him.
******* Flashback time*******
"What do you mean leadership?" James asked quizzically towards the misty figure with a face like like an old porcelain mask. "I don't know what you 'spren' are, but I'd figure you'd do more research on the people you choose for these sorts of things." James surreptitiously pinched his arm to ensure that this wasn't in fact some wild dream or hallucination. Nope, it certainly wasn't. If I looked for people who were already leaders and guardians, that would defeat my purpose and calling, to help people realize their ultimate potential. The Misty figure that had called itself the Nightwatcher said telepathically, And you James Freeman, have the potential to help a great many people grow. You're empathetic, kind, and have firm convictions- I would not ask anything else. So James, what will you do?
James stared, completely taken aback by the Nightwacher's declaration. He'd never been one for leadership, he preferred to stand in the background, yet the spren's words were remarkably inspiring. And yet, despite his mind's protests, deep within his heart he felt a burning flame, urging him onward. "Life before Death", he whispered, "Strength before Weakness" Now his voice was louder, more firm, and eyes locking with the Nightwatcher, he smiled "Journey before Destination"