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~The Beginning~

Father took one last puff of his cigarette, looking the man in front of him over. Could it really all be true? There was no way of knowing for sure. The dim light in the bar was nearly smothered out due to the thick fog of smoke that lingered idly in the small room.

"So then, what say you?" The Brunette questioned as Father blew the smoke out of his mouth, setting the cigar down in the holder.

"What is it you're asking of me, exactly?" Father questioned the man, clad in silver chainmail armor that shown in the dimmed lighting. I sat idly waiting for the man to answer. I played with my shirtsleeve, glancing up every so often at the two men across from us. The other man, the blonde one, he was about my age. Older I think. His name was, Alistair, I think. And the other man was Duncan. They're Grey Wardens, they're heroes! Father might have already forgotten what they had asked of him in his drunken state, but I didn't. Standing, I held one of my arms towards the door.

"Please, if I could speak with both of you outside. We'll be back in a minute, father." The Wardens nodded and headed towards the door, while my Father merely grunted and took another swig of his drink. I followed the Wardens out, and took a deep breath, to remove the smoke from my lungs. I looked the two men in front of me over.

"I apologize for my father, sirs. You've stumbled upon us at our worst, at the moment." I apologized to the men. The brunette, Duncan held a hand up, gesturing for me to stop.

"There is no need to apologize, I've heard of your troubles as of late. And we are here to offer a way out." Duncan stated, turning to Alistair.

"Will you inform him of the situation, Alistair, while I go talk to his father." Alistair nodded, and Duncan left us outside alone.

"Right, well, let's get on with this. I don't know if you've heard about the Blight that is coming upon us, or the war that will take place soon?" Alistair gestured for me to follow him as we took a stroll around the city. Denerim was an amazing city, but I rarely saw anything other than the bar and the Arl's estate. You see, my family are servants for the Arl, were servants for the Arl.

"I've heard about it, gossip travels fast around here." I said quietly, Alistair nodded, as he stopped, to sit down on a bench near the center of the market.

"Well, the Grey Wardens are looking for recruits to fight in the coming war against the Blight. We've heard you're skilled with a blade. Is it true?" Alistair glanced at me, a look in his eye, and I knew what he wished to do. I nodded, and smirked slightly.

"Why don't we duel and you'll find out?" A challenged the youngest of the Wardens. He drew his blade, and hefted his shield off his back. I drew my sword, and unsheathed my dagger. With a nod from Alistair, we began. Blades clashed, Metal against metal. I felt his shield bash against me, and I fell backwards onto the ground. He swung his blade down towards me, and I quickly brought the dagger up to stop it. In a swift movement of my wrist, the blade was flung from his hand, only to clatter to the ground a few feet away. It was over. Alistair grinned, and held his hand out to me. I took it, and stood up. I grabbed his sword, and handed it to him. He sheathed it, and I sheathed mine as well.

"Well, I think I've seen all I need to see. Let's head back to the Tavern and see how Duncan and your father are doing.

That was the first time I met him. The man I would soon be in companionship with for years to come.


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