"Damned things," Edouard said, cursing the Deep Roads, yet being thankful for his ability to detect darkspawn. "You can't leave an old Warden alone, can you?" He readied his mace, raised his shield, and waited for the darkspawn. He heard them before he saw them. They came running after Edouard, and he ran to instigate the upcoming fight. It was only a small group of hurlocks, and they didn't pose much of a challenge, but he partially hoped he would break. It had been 28 years and 3 months since he was made a Grey Warden. This was his Calling, and he was ready to die. Yet he still dispatched anything that came his way.

Edouard sat down. He was tall, with brown skin, and a muscular form. He had thick, black hair that went to his shoulders. His face was covered in scars from battles long past. He drank from a waterskin, realising that this might be his last drink before the comforting warmth of the Maker's embrace. Putting the skin away, he forged ahead. I'm going to miss Orlais, he thought. He would miss it all. The Chantry, the political intrigue, and most of all, the other Wardens. He was pulled out of his revery by his darkspawn sense. He could detect a few Hurlocks, maybe a Genlock or two. The Deep Roads were toying with his sense. He couldn't quite notice everything. That's when he saw them. He was right about the Hurlocks and Genlocks. What he didn't notice was the Ogre. Edouard sighed. He charged ahead, into the bulk of the group.

Edouard put his shield between himself and the front lines of the darkspawn. He rammed them aside. As the darkspawn recovered, he leapt on top of the Ogre, and started smashing it's head with his mace. The Ogre roared, and tried to knock him off, but he would not falter. He kept hitting until the Ogre fell. Several darkspawn were crushed. He got off the dead Ogre's back. The remaining darkspawn went after him. He hit a Genlock with his shield, turned around, and sent the his mace into the side of a Hurlock's head. His darkspawn sense went off. He turned around to see dozens of Genlocks and a Hurlock Alpha. He turned back around just in time to send his mace down on a Genlock's head. As the group, led by the Alpha, marched towards him, he ran. He would not fall to such unworthy opponents as Genlocks. Then he stopped. He turned around, pulled a jar out of his satchel, and lobbed it at the group. It shattered, and a fire started. Satisfied, he fled.

Within half an hour, Edouard was far away. He faced very little resistance to his movement, and he was able to rest. He pulled a potato and a half mask out of his satchel. While eating the potato, he examined the mask. It was porcelain, adorned with intricate black linework, and a single yellow feather. He put it back in the satchel. It didn't matter anymore. He was going to die. No symbol of Orlais would change that. He finished the potato and stood up. He shook the blood off of his Silverite armor. Normally, he would wear his Warden armor, but he would prefer to end his stint as a Warden the way he began it. He continued on, until he felt darkspawn presence. Then, he heard sounds of battle. Confused, he ran in the direction of the noise. He saw three dwarves being assaulted by darkspawn. One was far behind, using a crossbow, while two others were in close combat. The dwarves fought viciously, but they fell. The dwarf with the crossbow was the next target. Edouard readied his weapons. He ran after the darkspawn as they got closer to the crossbowman.