Entrance to the Deep Roads, Anderfels, 29th of Drakonis, 9:29 Dragon

They burned Daguerre at noon. His pyre was a collection sticks and tree branches they'd collected from the surrounding area, and was ringed with stones. They'd managed to find a sister of the Chantry in Hossberg to perform the traditional Andrastian funeral rites, but first Talmer would speak. He coughed and said:
"Here, we say farewell to Daguerre, our brother. He came to us from…" he turned to Norbert,
"Oi, Norby, where'd he come from?"
"Jader" said Norbert.
"He came to us from Jader," continued Talmer, "And he survived our tests, and proved himself a valiant and strong soul. He died performing his duty as a Grey Warden, to seek out the Taint, and the darkspawn who carry it, and exterminate them. In Peace, Vigilance. In War, Victory. In Death, Sacrifice" he finished.
The sister stepped into the place where Talmer had stood, at the head of the pyre.
"Blessed are they who stand before,
The corrupt and the wicked and do not falter,
Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just.
Blessed are the righteous, the lights in the shadow,
In their blood the Maker's will is written"
She shook a censer emitting blue smoke over the pyre.
"Maker, my enemies are abundant,
Many are those who rise up against me,
But my faith sustains me; I shall not fear the legion,
Should they set themselves against me.
Maker, though the darkness comes upon me,
I shall embrace the light, I shall weather the storm,
I shall endure,
What you have created, no one can tear asunder.
Though all before me is shadow,
Yet shall the Maker be my guide,
I shall not be left to wander the drifting roads of the Beyond,
For there is no darkness in the Maker's Light,
And nothing that He has wrought shall be lost"
Daliath was almost sleeping by the time she finished quoting the Canticle of Trials. He thought it was finished, but what followed was a lengthy quote from what he thought was Transfigurations, but admittedly, his knowledge of the shemlen religious texts was limited.
"O Maker, hear my cry:
Guide me through the blackest nights,
Steel my heart against the temptations of the wicked,
Make me to rest in the warmest places,
O Creator, see me kneel:
For I walk only where You would bid me,
Stand only in places You have blessed,
Sing only the words You place in my throat,
My Maker, know my heart,
Take me from a life of sorrow,
Lift me from a world of pain,
Judge me worthy of Your endless pride,
My Creator, judge me whole:
Find me well within Your grace,
Touch me with fire that I be cleansed,
Tell me I have sung to Your approval,
O Maker, hear my cry:
Seat me by Your side in death,
Make me one within Your glory,
And let the world once more see Your favor,
For You are the fire at the heart of the world,
And comfort is only Yours to give."
The sister gestured for Dryden and Norbert to near the pyre with the torches they held, she also gestured for them to halt for a few more moments.
"Goodbye, Daguerre of Jader, go be with the Maker, and have peace"
Then she gave the command and Norbert and Dryden lowered the torches to the pyre. Its oil covered contents went up into flames.
The sister eyed Daliath suspiciously. She'd been that way with Coreth at first, but when she found out he had been trained in the Antiva City Circle of Magi, she'd loosened up. But Daliath's Dalish markings did not fail to tell a tale, he'd been trained in no Circle. He'd been an apostate before joining the Wardens. Oh, how he wanted to burn her to cinders with a fireball. He refrained however, for he knew that it would mean bad publicity for his order.
Dryden, who was obviously infatuated with the sister or at the very least her ample bosom, escorted her back to Hossberg ahorse, and left the others to collapse the entrance to the Deep Roads. Girhen, Cathian, Norbert and Talmer who could do little to collapse the entrance, stepped aside for Coreth and Daliath to handle that. The two mages stood side by side in front of the entrance. It was a large, oval hole in the side of a mountain. They pulled force from the Fade and sent it against the rock in wave after magical wave. And so they continued, for several minutes, until the mountain rumbled, and the stones fell down from the tunnels ceiling and made it impossible to enter, or exit the Deep Roads that way. Daliath was panting as he released the magic; it had taken a lot out of him to perform such a feat of entropy. They mounted, and rode back to Hossberg to catch a night's sleep.
They left the city at dawn, just as the sunlight began to illuminate the capital of the Anderfels. They alternated between a canter, a trot and a light gallop over the craggy and dry terrain. It took them two days and most of a third to reach the imposing walls of Weisshaupt, and the sight of those walls were a welcome one for Daliath. That night, as he took what he thought was a well-deserved bath, he reflected over the brief time he'd known Daguerre. He'd met him when the man arrived at Weisshaupt for his Joining after being trained for a brief time in Montsimmard. He'd seen the Orlesian cunt survive the true test of the Grey Wardens, and then he hadn't seen him at all for several weeks. As it turned out, Daguerre had been off fighting darkspawn on the Storm Coast, and came back thinking himself an expert on the subject. That didn't help his attitude, already puffed up from his noble upbringing. Then, they'd been shipped off to fight the darkspawn at the Hossberg entrance together and then he'd died.
Daliath got out of the bath, dried and clothed himself. It hadn't been a pleasant experience, knowing Daguerre of Jader.