Myazda gazed up at the... what were they? Ah! Clouds that had gathered above Ostagar. They were dark and swollen, almost greenish. She had heard that such clouds were ever present where darkspawn were during a Blight. It was unsettling.

"Can I ask you something?"

Myazda glanced up at the human she had just met, Alistair, she believed his name was. She had only just met him, but got the impression that he was odd even among his own kind. Not that that was entirely a bad thing, she rather liked his humorous outlook and friendly disposition. Though that one disdainful comment about another human, Daveth, being a cut-purse, and how he didn't really know what Duncan saw in him made her hesitant to reveal her own criminal nature to him, as she did not want to be judged according to that.

"You just did," she responded, tilting her head up at him.

He let out a snort, "Right, something other than that."

"Sure, go ahead. Not saying I'll answer though."

"Fair enough. I was just curious as to the marks on your face, do they mean something? The Dalish have marks that mean things, but I don't think your marks are quite the same."

"It does mean something, and it has nothing to do with gods. It is simply a way for other dwarves to know to avoid me. They really have a thing against casteless, you see," her tone was bitter as she spoke, and her mouth was twisted in distaste.

"Right, Duncan had mentioned something about that when he sent word ahead."

"What did he say, exactly?"

Alistair shrugged, "Nothing much really, just that you were in a tough situation, and you showed potential, potential that the other dwarves would never recognize because of your... caste."

Myazda glanced at him, "He didn't say anything else?"

"No... why?"

She glanced away, "No reason, just wanted to know how much you knew about me."

He squinted at her, "Riiight. You're hiding something."

She waved her hand dismissively, "Everyone's hiding something. I'm sure you've got a secret or two," she raised an eyebrow as he pursed his lips, "See? Maybe if we become something other than total strangers we can trade secrets like little children, hmm?"

Alistair let out a small chuckle, "Fair enough," he paused, "Have you ever been to the surface before?"

"No. Never."

"Is it strange?"

"Strange doesn't even begin to describe it. I nearly had a heart-attack when it rained on my way here. And the animals! There's really only nugs and the occasional bronto in Orzammar. I'd love to learn more about them. Deer in particular are gorgeous creatures," she gazed wistfully into the distance, seemingly lost in thought. After a moment however, she recovered, "Have you ever been to Orzammar?"

"I can't say I have."

"You're lucky. It's a horrible place. I don't ever want to go back," she refrained from saying, 'but I have to'. She had promised herself that once she earned some coin, she would see to it that Rica, and maybe even Leske, were well off.

"Is it that bad?"

"It was for me. Maybe the other castes have it good. I wouldn't know, they all refused to talk to me. Some even went so far as to call the guards if I got within a few feet of them," she muttered something exceedingly rude under her breath, before returning her gaze to Alistair with a smile.

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "That... that does sound pretty bad."

She sighed and looked away, "You get used to it. It's been really nice here though. Everyone looks at me with respect, and they don't talk down to me. It's weird. Almost as weird as not having a roof over your head."

Alistair grinned, "There a a few perks to being a Warden."

"Only a few?" Myazda returned the grin.

"Wardens do spend their lives battling the Blight, it's not all fun and games. Speaking of which, we really should go and see Duncan."

"That is probably a good idea."

"I've been told I'm full of those."

Myazda crossed her arms, "Really? By who? Yourself?"

"You're a mean dwarf, you know that?"

Myazda laughed and went to go see what Duncan wanted them to do.