We are once again in the Hinterlands. Some new rifts have open and we have closed every one we've come across while looking for the Grey Warden named Blackwall. We also picked a few new agents as the word of what we did for the refugees has spread. We even find the artifact Solas mentioned feeling the presence of, I notice a strange energy as we activate to it. It seems to have the effect of strengthening the veil. Old elven technology perhaps?

We head toward the waterfalls as I remember a cabin on an island nearby, I thought it strange that it seemed in perfect order considering most places around here were devastated by the fighting, it seemed well-kept even.

We cross the bridge heading back to that cabin and see a man dressed in armor with a shield training ….recruits? They look like common folk trying to become soldiers. I smile at the thought they are trying at least.

"Remember how to carry your shields! You're not hiding. You're holding. Otherwise it's useless," The man commands.

"Blackwall? Warden Blackwall!?" I call out.

"You're not…how do you know my name? Who sent…" he says walking up to me quickly, before I can answer he throws up his shield blocking an arrow from hitting me. I look at him gratefully. Suddenly a group of men bursts from behind the trees and ready to attack.

"That's it. Help or get out. We're dealing with these idiots first," he says firmly.

I nod in understanding.

"Conscripts here they come!" he shouts.

We jump in and help them take these stupid louts down. I walk over to Blackwall as he cuts the last one down. He walks over to a body sticking his sword in the ground crouches down and laments, "Sorry bastards."

He rises and walks over to his conscripts, "good work conscripts, even if this shouldn't have happened. They could've…Well, thieves are made, not born. Take back what they stole. Go back to your families. You saved yourselves," He watches as they leave. Then Blackwall turns to look at me, "You're no farmer. Why do you know my name? Who are you?"

"I've been called many things lately by many people," I say letting the mark the flare.

"Well, I'm talking to you, stop dancing," he says states firmly looking a bit alarmed at my hand.

"We're Inquisition, trying to find out why the Grey Warden's disappeared and if it had anything to do with the Divine's murder," Cassandra says quickly.

I glare at her, why can't I have any fun.

"Maker's balls!" he exclaims, "the Wardens and the Divine? That can't…You're asking so you don't really know. First off I didn't know they disappeared. But we do that right? No more blight, job done, Wardens are the first thing forgotten." He starts pacing back and forth. "But one thing I'll tell you: no Warden killed our Divine. Our purpose isn't political," He states firmly.

"I'm not here to accuse. Not yet," I say gently looking at him, "I just need information. I've only found you where are the rest?"

"I haven't seen any wardens for months," Blackwall says gesturing for us to take a seat, "I travel alone, recruiting."

I sit down on a stump near me and wait for him to continue.

"Not much interest because the archdemon is dead," he explains, "and no need to conscript because there is no blight coming."

"So you usually spend your time teaching farmers how to fight thieves?" I ask curiously.

"Treaties give warden's the right to take what we need, who we need. These idiots forced this fight, so I conscripted their victims. They had to do what I said, so I told them to stand. Next time they won't need me," He explains, "Grey Wardens can inspire, make you better than you think you are."

"Do you have any idea where the other Wardens have gone?" I ask pointedly.

"Maybe they returned to our stronghold in Weisshaupt? That's in the Anderfels far to the north," He offers hopefully.

"Strange that they would abandon all the other strongholds in Ferelden and Orlais," I say curiously.

"I really don't know," He sighs, "Can't imagine why they would all disappear at once, and let alone where they would disappear to."

"Why haven't you gone missing like the rest of them?" I ask pointedly.

Blackwall looks uncomfortable, "Well maybe I was going to. Or maybe there is a new directive, but a runner got lost or something."

I look at him at him skeptically. Something is off but …I don't know what.

He sees my skepticism, "my job was to recruit on my own, Planned to stay that way for months, years."

"It's been a pleasure, Warden Blackwall, but this didn't help at all," I say giving him a charming smile as I stand to take my leave.

The others have risen a well we start to walk away when Warden Blackwall calls out, "Inquisition… agent, did you say? Hold for a moment."

I turn around and see Blackwall walking toward me.

"The Divine is dead, and the sky is torn. Events like these, thinking we are absent is almost as bad as thinking we are involved," He says thoughtfully, "If you are trying to put things right, maybe you need a warden. Maybe you need me,"

I smile at him thankful he wants to help, "Warden Blackwall, the Inquisition accepts your offer."

"That's good to hear, we both need to know what's going on and perhaps I've been keeping to myself for too long," He says smiling, "This warden walks with the Inquisition."