Theron was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow. He hated the one to four shift. If asked, he would say it was the bane his existence. Leliana and Zevran had the four to eight, and he was slightly jealous. He didn't what it was about one in the morning that made it so difficult to wake up from, but it was nearly impossible for him. He closed his eyes, thinking about his conversation with Alistair. It was strangely relieving to share that with him... The elf didn't know why, but he wasn't about to complain. It wasn't long before Theron found himself drifting off, and soon he was in a deep sleep. One he hadn't gotten since before the Blight began.

"I don't think I've ever seen Theron sleep so soundly." Leliana commented

Zevran grinned, "I agree, he usually kicks around or mutters in his sleep."

Leliana smiled, mostly to herself, "Hopefully that means he is getting better."

They sat in silence for a while, before Zevran popped to his feet. "And just where are you going?" She asked, as he strode over to Alistair's supply pack.

He pulled out a container that housed a fluffy cream, "To pull a prank." The elf answered, showing her the cream. It wasn't until she noticed Theron's sleeping position that she understood what the blond elf had meant.

"How old are you, again? Twelve?" She asked

"And a half!" He replied, with a crooked grin

Theron was sleeping on his back, one hand resting palm up near his head, and the other laying flat on his stomach.

Zevran scooped out some the cream, and it fell lightly into Theron's open palm. The Dale's eyebrow twitched in response, but he didn't stir from his sleep. The assassin plucked a blade of long grass, and tickled Theron's nose with it.

The dark haired elf, scrunched his nose, and turned his head away from the sensation in his sleep.

Zevran wiggled the blade of grass around Theron's nose again, this time the Dale reached up rubbed at his nose, before turning to lay on his right side.

Zevran's eyes went wide when he realised his mistake. He quickly shuffled away from the other elf, and retreated to the fire.

Theron didn't know what it was, but something smelt sweet enough to wake him. The smell was so out of place, that the Dale had to know what it was. When he opened his eyes, he saw a small mound of cream sitting in his hand. He was confused for a moment, then he quickly turned to the two sitting by the fire, "Just in case you forgot: I can't move my right arm." He called over to them, a grin sitting on his lips. "So the next time you try make me rub cream on my face- take that into account!"

"...and that's how he got there." Alistair finished explaining.

Theron nodded, they were only a couple of hours away from Redcliffe, and the warrior had been filling him in on how Jowan had made it into the room without him noticing. "I see." Theron said

"Yeah, what were you thinking about anyways? I mean, you missed an entire conversation..."

Theron chuckled, "I was thinking about how to get rid of demons." He replied, "There was this one time, Merrill- my friend- was possessed and let me tell you: that was the damn scariest thing I've ever had to deal with! But, when it was all over, she didn't remember a damn thing, I don't know of she even knows about it today... so perhaps that'll happen with Connor too."

Alistair sighed, "Well, here's hoping, I guess."

"Uh, excuse me?" Alessia said as she trotted up to walk with them, "But... did you say Jowan?"

Theron nodded, "Sure did. You know him?"

The mage's face paled slightly, "Uh, actually, he was my best friend in the tower." she explained

The two men were quiet for a moment, "Okay..." Theron replied, "Is that a bad thing?"

She raised her eyebrows at him, "What do you mean?"

"Uh, your face went a bit pale when he confirmed it." Alistair answered

She bit here lip, she was always terrible at hiding things. That's why when Jowan had asked for her help, she avoided the First Enchanter completely. She knew he'd be able to read her like a book. "Uhm, no... not necessarily a bad thing..." she said, "Uh, do you remember hearing that I was in prison before Uldred broke me out when he was trying to take over the Tower?" She asked to two men

Alistair nodded, and Theron said "I remember it as if it just happened a few days ago."

She smiled slightly at the elf's words, but then a grim look took over her features, "Well, I was imprisoned because Jowan told me that he wanted to escape the Tower, and I decided to help him."

"But... you got caught." Alistair guessed

She nodded, "Yeah, we had just smashed his Phylactery when they caught us coming out of the basement."

Theron looked up to Alistair with his eyebrows furrowed, "A vial taken from every mage when they enter the Tower, the Templars use them to track escaped mages." He quickly explained,

"Ah." Theron said, then turned back to Alessia for her to finish.

She pursed her lips, then sighed, "They had us surrounded, and Jowan was talking about how it was all bullshit, and then... he sorta whipped out some Blood Magic."

"Damn." Theron commented

"Yeah." She agreed, "Well, then while everyone was lost in confusion, I pushed him towards the door, and promised I'd take care of his girlfriend. Then... he ran. And I was locked in solitary confinement, waiting to be executed, and that's when Uldred came back and went insane."

"Gods. I thought I had it bad." Theron muttered

Alessia suddenly smiled, "But it's good to hear he's doing all right!" She said cheerfully, "What has he been doing?"

The two men looked at each other, wondering if they should tell her, "Well, actually... he.." Theron began

"He... poisoned the Arl of Redcliffe." Alistair finished

She stared at them for a moment while they walked, before sighing deeply, "Maker, have mercy on my soul."

Redcliffe was now only a few miles off, and Alessia was feeling a bit restless. She had spent the last couple of hours mentally preparing herself to face Jowan. Nothing she had thought of had comforted her however, so instead she decided to talk to try and calm herself down. "So, Theron, why'd you decide to become a Warden?"

"Hah!" Theron burst out, "No, no, no, I did not choose to become a Warden, I was conscripted into being a Warden."

"Conscripted? That's where they can recruit anyone no matter what, right?" She inquired

Theron nodded, "Yeah, they literally had to drag me from my clan to my Joining."

"Literally?"

"Yup. They even had to bind my arms and legs for the majority of the time or else I'd run away." He explained, there was no point in sugar coating it. He still hated the Wardens, and he wasn't afraid to admit it. He just hated them slightly less since he became one of the last two in Ferelden.

"But it's thanks to those men who tied you up that you're still not dead, remember?" Said Alistair, joining their conversation.

"You still say that like it's a bad thing." Theron said, with a forced lopsided grin on his lips.

Alistair frowned, "Theron, don't joke about that."

"Who said I'm joking..." he muttered

"Why didn't you want to be a Warden?" The mage asked,

"Because they're dick's!" Theron replied

"But you're a Warden!" Alistair argued,

"My point stands." Theron replied

Alistair sighed in frustration, but his smile that sat on his lips told everyone he wasn't actually annoyed. "You're impossible."

Theron bowed, "Thank you!" He said happily, "I try!"

Alessia smiled, she had been afraid the last two Grey Wardens would be sour and grim! She was glad that she was wrong. Maybe trying to stop a giant old God that took the form of Dragon wouldn't be so bad after all!