Chapter One
The Quinari walked from the castle, unharmed, yet confused. He thought back to his previous conversation. This made him shudder with excitement.
"Sten, good to see you," King Alistair beamed, sarcastically. Sten rolled his eyes ever so slightly. He'd always been un amused by the former Warden's antics. Though, today he was on a personal mission.
"King Alistair of Fereldon," he addressed half hearted, yet respectfully. "I am here on a quest to find someone," he admitted.
The king smiled and bounced off his throne. He wore a grin of an idiot. "You don't say…" he walked up to Sten and looked up into his face. Sten remained un amused. "I dare say, would that someone be who I think they are?" he asked, chuckling.
"Warden, I've no time for your games. Where is she?" Sten asked with roughness. Alistair frowned suddenly. He seemed unimpressed.
"And what do you plan to do with her?" he asked, pacing. "I mean, it's not as though you've kept in touch," he accused. Sten sighed. It had been four quiet years since the defeat of the arch demon. The blight had been taken care of and Fereldon had signed a treaty with the Qun islands. Sten remained in his lands as a soldier of the Berresade, but felt after a long period of time he missed the simplicity of Fereldon. Even the stench. And yet after four years, he could do no less than ponder what had happened to the one he called, 'Kedan'.
"Do you know where she is, or not?" Sten asked, impatiently. This king was getting on his nerves. Alistair smiled again, brightly. He jumped a little.
"Oh, I do know where she is. But she won't want to see you. She doesn't want to see me for that matter," he explained, sitting back on his throne. "You see, she just wants to live an ordinary life in the country. She doesn't want anyone to visit her," he rested his head in his hand and looked into space, as if remembering some old memory. "I've heard the assassin elf left her for Antiva, shortly after she stopped her travels… poor thing," When Alistair looked up, Sten was gone.
Sten walked through Denirim, ignoring the stares. He proceeded to the local circle of merchants in the market place. He heard a familiar voice.
"Dwarven crafts! Fine Dwarven crafts!" Sten walked over to the short, podgy dwarf and looked at him with an unappreciative glance. The dwarf looked up at him, slightly mortified. "Hello, sir. Is there anything I can interest you in?" he asked, gulping. Sten shook his head.
"No, but can you help me with something else? I need to find the Grey Warden," he asked, somewhat politely. The Dwarf nodded.
"King Alistair lives--"
"No. The 'Hero' Grey Warden. Neria," he said in a low voice. The dwarf shrugged.
"Well, last I heard she was traveling with one of her followers… But…" he looked around. "Rumour has it that she resides in a small hut in the country… About a days journey east from here," the dwarf admitted. Sten nodded and thanked the man, in which he replied, "Got any gold for such precious information?" to which Sten replied with a rude,
"NO"