"Alright, you've won! We surrender!" growled the captain. Logain's men stationed in Lothering had spent too much of their time in the tavern drinking instead of searching for the Wardens as they'd been ordered. Slowed by the ale they'd consumed, they were quickly beaten. Kallian thought she might have been able to take them down alone if she'd had to.
At the captain's surrender, Alistair, the interfering Chantry sister, and even Morrigan had pulled back, but Kallian only paused for a moment. She shifted her grip on her sword and then pushed forward again. She was having a terrible week, and she'd been called traitor and knife ear too many times today.
She felt a hand on her arm, and glanced back, lip curled, to see the Chantry sister looking at her. If she had said anything, or looked judgmental, Kallian might have turned on her - but she didn't. She simply stood, one hand on Kallian's shoulder, her expression almost kind. Kallian shook her hand off roughly, but lowered her sword.
"Take a message to Logain," she snarled to the soldier whose throat she had almost slashed out.
"Y-yes. What message?"
"Tell him that the Grey Wardens know what really happened at Ostegar."
He swallowed and nodded.
"Now get out." She gestured with her sword, and they fled.
Kallian took a few deep breaths, only realizing after a moment that the bar was completely packed with people, all of whom were staring. They were in for it now, if the crowd turned hostile. She fought the urge to flee, and instead met the bartender's eye. "Sorry about the mess."
Lothering didn't have much to offer in the way of supplies, and the news they picked up was disturbing on every count. The three of them - four, counting Rabbit - slouched in the shade of one of the ramshackle houses across the way from the tavern. The Chantry sister been determined to come with them; she'd run back to the dormitories to pick up her things. Short of ducking out of town before she got back, Kallian couldn't think of any way to ditch her.
"There's the Chantry board, I guess?" said Alistair eventually. "It looked like there were some postings up when we went by. We might be able to earn a bit of coin that way."
Morrigan rolled her eyes.
"We do need money," Kallian said. "Everyone's moved up their prices, and we have to eat. Helping human refugees doesn't really appeal to me… but we aren't going to get very far without supplies. I suppose we don't have much of a choice."