"We should be at Redcliffe in time for lunch." Alistair said as they broke camp.

Faren laughed. "Finally. I could use some good meal and a pint of rum."

"That is assuming if we're welcomed at all." Daylen noted as he picked his bag.

Sereda nodded in agreement. "Arl Eamon should be an ally, but we still don't know what kind of reception we are going to get in Redcliffe." She considered a moment. "Theron and Leliana, you take point."


Kallian approached Zevran, who seemed to be fitting well with everyone in the camp, though they were practically keeping a close eye on him, but for some reason he seemed to love the attention.

"Care to answer some questions?" she asked.

"Oh, this should be good."

"You're from Antiva?"

"Oh? You wish to know about Antiva, do you?" He laughed. "The only way to truly appreciate it would be to go there." His voice became fond. "It is a warm place, not cold and harsh like this Ferelden. In Antiva, it rains often, but the flowers are always in bloom… or so the saying goes."

"And it has assassins."

"Every land has its assassins. Some are simply more open about their business than others." Zevran shrugged. "I hail from the glorious Antiva City, home to the royal palace. It is a glittering gem amidst the sand, my Antiva City. Do you come from someplace comparable?"

"I am from Denerim." Kallian shrugged. "The Alienage obviously."

"Ahhh, yes, the capital of this fair country. Not as grand as Antiva, but still magnificent." Zevran's eyes grew wistful. "Hmm. You know what is most odd? We speak of my homeland, and for all its wine and its dark-haired beauties and the lillo flutes of the minstrels… I miss the leather the most."

Kallian giggled. "Is that some kind of euphemism?"

Zevran laughed. "It may as well be! But not this once, no. I mean the smell. For years I lived in a tiny apartment near Antiva City's leather-making district, in a building where the Crows stored their youngest recruits. Packed in like crates." He shook his head fondly. "I grew accustomed to the stench, even though the humans complained of it constantly. To this day the smell of fresh leather is what reminds me most of home more than anything else."

"You sound like you've been away from home forever." Kallian said. wondered if the day would ever come that she actually missed the Alienage, rather than just missing her father Cyrion and family.

"Oh, not so long, I know. It is my first time away from Antiva, however, and the thought of never returning makes me think of it constantly." He gave a regretful shrug. "Before I left, I was tempted to spend what little coin I possessed on leather boots I spotted in a store window. Finest Antivan leather, perfect craftsmanship..." He sighed. "Ah, but I was a fool to leave them." He smiled ruefully. "I thought, "Ah, Zevran, you can buy them when you return as a reward for a job well done!". More the fool I, no?"

Kallian grinned. "Your home is still there, Zevran."

"True, and it's a comforting thought." Zevran winked at her. "One simply never knows what is to come next. How could I have suspected I would end up defeated by a beautiful Grey Warden, a woman who then spares my life? I could not."

""Beautiful", is it?"

"Hm… Perhaps that was a poor choice of words, true though it is. Do you object?"

"Not at all. It was just unexpected."

"And glad I am to hear it." Zevran stretched his neck from side to side. "Now, if it is all the same to you, I would prefer not to speak of Antiva. It makes me wistful and hungry for a proper meal."


"Have you ever heard of an elf named Aneirin?" Daylen asked.

Wynne glanced at him in surprised. "I… I appreciate you trying to find him but what are the chances—"

"Aneirin the healer…?"

"You… know Aneirin?"

Wynne looked shocked. "He… he lives? No, it can't be him. Perhaps it is a common elven name..."

"No, I know of only one Aneirin."

"Ah, it makes sense! Aneirin said that he was from the human cities. You are old friends then?"

"If it is the same Aneirin, then yes, Wynne knows him." said Daylen.

"If you seek Aneirin, you must venture into the forest. He prefers to be amidst the trees and the animals."

"Thank you all so much." Theron could have sworn that he saw a small tear in Wynne's eyes as she spoke.


"What do you know of this place?" Theron asked as they walked ahead of the others.

"Redcliffe?" Leliana considered a moment. "I know little of it, except that it is the domain of the arl of Redcliffe." She shrugged. "Redcliffe… I wonder how the name came to be. Is the clay here red? There are places in this world where the clay is a bright, strange red, and often, in the legends of such places, it is the red of blood. The blood of a thousand men slaughtered in battle, or that of an innocent unjustly slain; it stains the land that it may never be forgotten. Perhaps Redcliffe has one such tale... but I do not know it."

"At the base of the Frostbacks, where they meet the Wilds, there is a place where the trees leaf in red. It is where the witch, Ikarya, tricked the brothers Jikar and Atlayan into fighting each other. Atlayan feared his brother had fallen under her spell. Jikar saw only her beauty, and was too proud to believe that he had been deceived. Enraged, he attacked his brother, and dealt a mortal blow. It was only when he heard Ikarya's laughter that he realized what he had done."

Leliana raised an eyebrow. "How did you know of this story?"

"I was the apprentice storyteller of my clan. It would have fallen to me to carry on the stories of my people and passed them down, but clearly the other Creators had other things in mind." Theron reminded.

Leliana looked at him her eyes for wonder. "Tell me, is this the first human city you been to?"

"My clan often is visits smalls village now and then, but only a few of us were privileged to trade with the humans there. To be honest, I myself had never visited a village, much less a city so this will be a new experience for me."

"I can only imagine what it must feel like to gaze upon a large settlement compared to wandering the Wilds."

Theron then looked at Leliana with curiosity. "This vision of yours..."

"I knew this would come up sooner or later." Leliana sighed. "I don't know how to explain, but I had a dream… In it there was an impenetrable darkness… it was so dense, so real. And there was a noise, a terrible, ungodly noise..." Her eyes grew distant with memory. "I stood on a peak and watched as the darkness consumed everything… and when the storm swallowed the last of the sun's light, I..." She shivered slightly. "I fell, and the darkness drew me in..."

Theron blinked. "You dreamed of the Blight?"

"I suppose I did. That was what the darkness was, no?" She rubbed her arms as if warding off a chill. "When I woke, I went to the chantry's gardens, as I always do. But that day, the rosebush in the corner had flowered..." Her voice dropped almost to a whisper. "Everyone knew that bush was dead. It was grey and twisted and gnarled—the ugliest thing you ever saw, but there it was—a single, beautiful rose." She smiled. "It was as though the Maker stretched out His hand to say: "Even in the midst of this darkness, there is hope and beauty. Have faith.""

Theron was somehow attracted to her due to the sincerity in her voice as he smiled at her. "And this made you want to help us?"

"In my dream, I fell, or… or maybe I jumped… I'd do anything to stop the Blight. I know that we can do it." She spread her hands. "There are so many good things in the Maker's world. How can I sit by while the Blight devours… everything?"

Theron nodded. "I suppose I couldn't sit by either."

She touched his shoulder lightly. "That is why you are a Grey Warden."

He blinked, then looked up at the sky. Then he smiled. Maybe she was right.


Sereda nodded as Leliana returned to tell them that Theron had sighted a settlement ahead. The chantry sister gave her report, and then lengthened her stride to re-join Theron.

Sereda picked her pack before she heard Alistair behind her. "Look, can we talk for a moment?" She turned to look at him, noticing how embarrassed he looked. "I need to tell you something I, ah, probably should have told you earlier."

Sereda couldn't shake this strange feeling… "I'm not going to like this, am I?"

Alistair sighed, and looked from her to Elissa and then back again. "I don't know. I doubt it. I've never liked it, that's for sure." He ran a hand through his hair. "I told you before how Arl Eamon raised me, right? That my mother was a serving girl at the castle and he took me in?" Sereda noticed how uncomfortable he seemed as Alistair continued. "The reason he did that was because..." He looked away, ashamed and feeling hurt before looking into his eyes. "Well, because my father was King Maric. Which made Cailan my... half-brother, I suppose."

Sereda put a hand to her face. Elissa just stared at him incredulously. "So… you're not just a bastard but a royal bastard?"

Alistair chuckled. "Yes, I guess it does at that. I should use that line more often."

"Why did you wait to tell me this?" Sereda demanded, crossing her arms, glaring.

Alistair shifted uncomfortably as he looked into her eyes. "I would have told you, but… it never really meant anything to me. I was inconvenient, a possible threat to Cailan's rule and so they kept me secret. I've never talked about it to anyone." He looked away, ashamed. "Everyone who knew either resented me for it or they coddled me… even Duncan kept me out of the fighting because of it. I didn't want you to know, as long as possible." He swallowed. "I'm sorry."

Sereda considered a moment. "Does Loghain know?"

"Why wouldn't he? He was King Maric's best friend." Alistair reminded. "I don't know if that means anything, though… I certainly never considered the idea that it might ever be important."

Sereda stared at him with an unreadable expression, processing. Well, she was unhappy he had kept this a secret from them but in hindsight, she could not say she honestly would have done any differently as she sighed. "I think I understand."

Alistair sighed in relief. "Good. I'm glad. It's not like I got special treatment for it, anyhow." Special treatment? Sereda could only shook her head. Six Grey Wardens that are practically his bodyguards aren't special treatment. "At any rate, that's it. That's what I had to tell you. I thought you should know about it."

"Are you sure? You're not hiding anything else?" Elissa asked.

"Besides my unholy love of fine cheeses and a minor obsession with my hair, no. That's it. Just the prince thing." Alistair blushed.

"You're a prince. Somehow I find that very… thrilling." Elissa teased.

Alistair's face turned even redder than before. "Oh! Did I just find the one damn decent thing about my birthright? I think I did."

Sereda was resisting the urge to hit the both of them. Then what Elissa had said earlier came back to mind. "You're heir to the throne, then?" She asked.

Alistair looked taken aback by the idea before speaking up. "Let's hope not. I'm the son of a commoner, and a Grey Warden to boot. It was made very clear to me early on that there was no room for me raising any rebellions or such nonsense. And that's fine by me. No, if there's an heir to be found, it's Arl Eamon himself. He's not of royal blood, but he is Cailan's uncle… and more importantly, very popular with the people." He frowned. "Though… if he's really as sick as we've heard… no, I don't want to think about that. I really don't." He sighed. "So there you have it. Now can we move on, and I'll just pretend you still think I'm some… nobody who was too lucky to die with the rest of the Grey Wardens."

"At your command…" Faren chuckled before bowing. "…my Prince."

Alistair groaned. "Oh, lovely. I'm going to regret this. Somehow I just know it."


They caught up with Theron a couple minutes later. "There's a city ahead but… I don't know. I have a strange feeling."

"Darkspawn?" Sereda asked.

Theron's face darkened. "No. I'm not sure what it is but it feels a little like in Brecilian forest. Something definitely isn't right."

Sereda nodded before turning to the group. "Everyone be on your guard." She considered. "Faren, Morrigan, you two stay back a bit. I'll signal if there is trouble. Kallian, Theron, Zevran, eyes open. Daylen, Wynne, Morrigan, be ready to use your magic. If you can, use it to search for anything odd. Sten, look scary. Let's go."

As they approached the bridge, a man rushed towards them and he seemed rather relieved to meet the party. "I thought I saw travelers coming down the road, though I scarcely believed it. Have you come to help us?"

They noticed how hopeful he sounded. Sereda glanced at Alistair, who shrugged. He had no idea what was going on.

"What do you mean? Is there a problem?" Elissa asked.

"So you… don't know? Has nobody out there heard?" The man looked surprised.

"I've heard Arl Eamon is sick, if that's what you mean." Sereda said.

"He could be dead, for all we know. Nobody's heard from the castle in days." The man gestured towards the castle, then the village downhill. "We're under attack. Monsters come out of the castle every night and attack us until dawn. Everyone's been fighting… and dying." He looked terrified. "We've no army to defend us, no arl and no king to send us help. So many are dead, and those left are terrified they're next."

"Hold on. What is this evil that's attacking you?" Alistair demanded.

"I… I don't rightly know; I'm sorry. Nobody does." The man looked back over his shoulder before turning to them again. "I should take you to Bann Teagan. He's all that's holding us together. He'll want to see you."

Alistair looked taken aback. "Bann Teagan? Arl Eamon's brother? He's here?"

The man nodded. "Yes. It's not far if you'll come with me." He walked down the hill.

"What do you think?" Theron asked.

"There's something dark at play here." Daylen said. "Something has pierced the Veil."

"Like in the Circle Tower?" Kallian asked.

The mages nodded as Wynne rubbed her staff. "Whatever it is, we should be careful. We may be dealing with demons."


They followed the man, Tomas, into the village chantry. Wounded people were everywhere, and children huddled together under the watchful eyes of bedraggled parents before they stared at the group that had entered and they looked hopeful. If they were hopeful by seeing a group of armed strangers, things really must be bad.

A man in slightly finer clothes than the others looked up as they entered. "It's… Tomas, yes? And who are these people with you?" He looked them over. "They're obviously not simple travelers."

Tomas shook his head. "No, my lord. They just arrived, and I thought you would want to see them."

The man nodded at him and smile. "Well done, Tomas." He turned to the group with a kind smile. "Greetings, friends. My name is Teagan, Bann of Rainesfere, brother to the arl."

Alistair's eyes lit up in recognition, mix of fondness and embarrassment in his voice as he eyed Teagan. "I remember you, Bann Teagan. Though the last time we met I was a lot younger and..." He sounded embarrassed at that point. "…covered in mud."

"Covered in mud?" Teagan repeated before he smiled at Alistair fondly. "Alistair? It is you, isn't it? You're alive! This is wonderful news."

Alistair sighed. "Still alive, yes, though not for long if Teyrn Loghain has anything to say about it."

"Indeed." Teagan nodded, looking grim. "Loghain would have us believe all Grey Wardens died along with my nephew, amongst other things."

"You don't believe Loghain's lies?" Elissa asked hopefully.

Teagan actually snorted. "What, that he pulled his men in order to save them? That Cailan risked everything in the name of glory?" He scoffed. "Hardly. Loghain calls the Grey Wardens traitors, murderers of the king. I don't believe it. It is an act of a desperate man. So… you are a Grey Warden as well? A pleasure you meet you. I wish it were under better circumstances." He then looked at Elissa with curiosity. "You, my dear, look very familiar. Is it possible we've met?"

"I came here was with my father, Teyrn Cousland." Elissa nodded.

Teagan smiled, recognizing her. "Of course, your Bryce's little girl, though you're not so little anymore." He then looked at them with a grim and serious face. "You're here to see my brother? Unfortunately, that might be a problem. Eamon is gravely ill." He sighed. "No one has heard from the castle in days. No guards patrol the walls, and no one has responded to my shouts. The attacks started a few nights ago. Evil… things… surged from the castle. We drove them back, but many perished during the assault."

"What evil things are you talking about?" Faren asked.

"Some call them the walking dead; decomposing corpses returning to life with a hunger for human flesh… They hit again the next night. Each night they come, with greater numbers." Teagan sounded terrified. "With Cailan dead and Loghain starting a war over the throne, no one responds to my urgent calls for help. I have a feeling tonight's assault will be the worst yet." His eyes went to Alistair. "Alistair, I hate to ask, but I desperately need the help of you and your friends."

"It isn't just up to me." Alistair looked at Sereda, his own face desperate. "Though the Grey Wardens don't stand much chance against Loghain without Arl Eamon."

"You want our help?" Sereda asked. They must be truly desperate if they needed to ask strangers they had never met. "You don't even know us."

"I know Alistair. And I trust those he chooses to travel with." Teagan said. "What do you say?"

"Very well. We will help." Sereda nodded.

Sten's voice she could actually make out. "There are no darkspawn here, and nothing to gain. It is a fool's errand."

Sereda channeled all the years growing up in the royal palace into her voice as she turned to look at him. "If there's a chance to rescue the arl, we have to try." Also, Alistair was right they wouldn't stand much of a chance against Loghain without Arl Eamon.

"Perhaps." Sten admitted. He had something more to say but he decided to keep it to himself.

"Thank you!" Teagan sighed in relief, looking hopeful. "Thank you, this… means more to me than you can guess." He looked around. "Now, then. There is much to do before night falls. I've put two men in charge of the defenses outside. Murdock, the village mayor, is outside the chantry. Ser Perth, one of Eamon's knights, is just up the cliff at the windmill, watching the castle. You may discuss with them the preparations for the coming battle."

Sereda nodded then turned to her companions. "Daylen, see what you can do about tending to the wounded. Get as many people on their feet as you can. Morrigan, help him. The rest of you, with me."

"Leliana and I will aid the archers. They'll fare better with us." Theron said and Sereda nodded in agreement.


After talking with Murdock, Sereda began giving directions to the rest of the wardens. She sent Faren and Zevran to check along the path the dead used, and to possibly set up some of his traps. Leliana went to assisted Theron with training the men and to help Kallian and Sten, she sent to round up any more potential defenders. Flanked by Alistair and Elisa, she went to go speak with the blacksmith.

Kallian entered into the house with Theron alongside her. The qunari and Leliana stayed at the back, watching the door.

"That dresser appears to be breathing." Kallian observed dryly.

"Go away! This isn't your home!" A voice called out from inside the dresser.

Sten folded his arms. "A small human. I say burn it out."

Before Leliana had time to protest the boy was already tumbling out. "Ahh! What are you doing? All right, I'll come out!" Kallian tried to keep a straight face. The poor child actually looked terrified. "Please don't hurt me! I'll go back to the chantry if you want! I didn't mean any harm!"

"Your sister is looking for you, you know." Theron said. Kallian shot him a questioning look.

"I just… didn't want to be at the Chantry anymore. Everyone's scared, and I want to be brave."

Kallian raised an eyebrow at the boy. "How is hiding in a dresser being brave?"

"I wasn't always in here! I hid when I heard you coming. I was..." He cut himself off. "Well, I shouldn't tell you. It's a secret."

"Are you sure? Maybe I could help you." said Kallian.

"You… could? All right… I guess." He shrugged. "I just… Father said I could have his sword when I grew up. It was Grandfather's, and Grandfather was a great dragon-slayer." He sighed. "I thought… if I was brave like Grandfather, I could use his sword and..." Tears welled up in his eyes. "Kill the bad people who killed Mother."

Kallian felt a trace of panic as the kid started to cry. "You had the right idea." said Theron calmly. "You are indeed very brave."

"Thank you, sir." the boy said, his voice hitching from crying. "But the sword is too heavy for me. I… guess I'm not as strong as someone like you."

"Where is the sword now?" Kallian asked.

"In the chest in Mother's room. Father gave me a key, but I'm not supposed to give it to anyone."

"Perhaps I could help you and your sister in return?" Theron offered.

The boy's eyes widened hopefully. "You could? Maybe you could… give my sister money? She said if we had money, we'd be all right, even if Mother is dead."

"I'll talk to your sister about it. I promise." Theron said.

"All right. Here is the key. I hope you use it to kill a lot of those bad people."

"He will." Kallian told the boy. "It's what he does."

"I should… go back to the Chantry. Good luck." The boy ran off.

"Let's take a look at this dragon-slaying sword." Kallian said.


They went to look for a dwarf by the name of Dwyn in an attempt to convince him to help in the militia.

Faren fiddled with the lock before he opened the door as he, Kallian and Theron entered the house, with Sten and Leliana keeping an eye out.

A dwarf, flanked by two tattooed humans, stood in the room as he glared at them. "Wonderful. Intruders. I hope you've a good reason for breaking and entering into my home."

Theron gave the door an apologetic look. "I apologize. We did not mean any harm."

"Apology accepted. The name's Dwyn. Pleased to meet you." he then looked at them in annoyance. "Now get out."

"What are you doing shut up in here?" Kallian asked.

"Surviving." Dwyn explained. "We have supplies to last for quite some time, and my boys and I can swing a weapon better than any of those fools out there."

"You're dying here just as easily as you would out there." Faren pointed out.

Dwyn crossed his arms. "Thanks, but I'll take my chances in here. Everyone else can run around in the open, waiting to die."

"Can't I change your mind?" Kallian asked, trying to settle this peacefully.

"I'll put in a good word for you with Bann Teagan or the arl." said Theron.

Dwyn considered. "Hmm. You might just be able to pull that off." He sighed. "Fine, I'll throw in with the militia. For now." He then made his way out of the door, but not before looking at the two elves and the dwarf. "You better be out there, too, when the sun goes down. I'm not fighting for lost cause, you hear me?"

Kallian just stared at Theron in disbelief. "How did you accomplish that?"

Theron shrugged. "I have an honest face."

"Well, I can be honest and charming too." Faren said, making the elves laugh.

"Let's round up whoever is in the tavern, and head back." Theron said.


Later, in the tavern, Faren was taking a pleasure in gouging Lloyd out of free drinks for the militia before sending him off to fight. Then they saw an elf sitting by himself.

"Not looking for company." The elf said as he noticed them nearing him.

"Strange seeing a fellow elf here." Theron said. Especially strange seeing an armed elf.

The elf narrowed his eyes. "We have nothing in common: you're Dalish."

"We're still both elves, aren't we?"

"I'm not here to talk."

Leliana looked at the elf curiously. "There's something about this man's demeanor. I… I don't know."

The elf paled, looking nervous. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"But you do, don't you? I know a spy when I see one." Leliana said, her eyes narrowed.

The elf then turned his attention upon Theron and Kallian, "Look, just because the two of you are elves doesn't mean we should… be friends. I was just told to… I mean… just leave me alone."

Then before the two of them reacted Faren appeared out of nowhere and sidled up behind the other elf. "What do you mean? What were you told to do?" Faren demanded.

The elf jumped slightly. "Nothing. Nobody told me to do anything. Just because you're a Grey Warden doesn't mean you can go around threatening people!"

"And how do you know we are Grey Wardens?" Kallian asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I just… overheard it. That's all. If you'll excuse me… I want to get to the chantry before the sun goes down."

"Mind explaining this letter I found?" Faren asked, holding up a piece of parchment.

"What? How did you...? You stole that right out of my pocket!" Faren grinned. Theron and Kallian were impressed by the dwarf's pickpocketing skills. "This is more than I bargained for. Look, they just paid me to watch the castle and send word if anything should change." He shook his head desperately. "But they never said anything about monsters! I haven't even been able to report anything since this started! I'm stuck, same as you, I swear!"

"Who are "they"?" Kallian asked. "Who hired you to do this?"

"A tall fellow. I forget his name." The elf ran a hand through his hair as he looked back and forth between the five well-armed individuals in front of him. "He, uh, said he was working for Howe. Arl Rendon Howe. He's an important man, Teyrn Loghain's right hand. So I didn't do anything wrong!"

"What are you supposed to watch the castle for?" Theron asked.

"Just to report any changes, honest! All I could send word about was the arl getting sick. After that, monsters started coming from the castle."

"So you know how this happened? Tell me now." Kallian reached for her blades.

"I don't know anything about these creatures! When the arl got sick, I got scared that people would think I was involved. But I swear I don't know anything about it! They sent me to watch. Maybe they knew the arl would get sick. I don't know."

"How do we know you are telling the truth?" Theron questioned.

"I just thought I was serving the king and making a bit of coin on the side. You have to believe me!"

They nodded. "I think you should help defend Redcliffe tonight." Theron said.

"Fitting." Sten nodded in approval.

"All… all right." The man gave in. "I'll do it. Thank you for your mercy, I won't forget it." He scrambled from his seat and practically flew out of the door.


In exchange for rescuing a maiden from a castle, the smith agreed to help the Wardens and the soldiers prepare weapons. Ser Perth wanted magical amulets for his guards. A symbol was a symbol. The mother at the chantry was reluctant at first, but between Sereda's urging and Daylen's healing everyone in sight, she eventually relented and agreed to provide the knights with charms.

The letter Theron gave her just confirmed her earlier suspicions. Elissa paced angrily. "So, it looks like that Theron was right. Howe and Teyrn Loghain's have joined forces?"

"Disturbing news indeed." Teagan said.

"I still don't understand why Loghain would do this." Elissa wondered. They still found it hard to believe what had happened to him. "I always thought of him as a reasonable man who could always see the true enemy."

"Maybe the enemy is not who he thinks." Theron said. All of them looked at him curiously and he looked at Teagan. "Bann Teagan, I am right in assuming that Loghain has sent most of his forces to guard the borders."

Teagan nodded. "Indeed, he's cutting off the reinforcements from Orlais."

Theron nodded. "That proves my suspicions. I am also right in thinking that most of the Grey Wardens here were either Orlesian or were trained by Orlesian."

"Yes, King Maric allowed a few Orlesians into Ferelden." Elissa's eyes widened in realization. "Are you thinking that…"

"…Loghain believes that Orlais plans another occupation of Ferelden?" Theron said grimly. "Considering what we have learned, I wouldn't be surprised, if Loghain honestly believed that. For all we know, he probably believes that the Grey Wardens are Orlesian spies and they had come up with this Blight as some sort of hoax, so they could get the Orlesians into through Ferelden without a fight. He then believes that once the darkspawn are vanquished that they will not just leave."

"It would explain why he was so adamant about not having Orlesian entering Ferelden." Sereda nodded.

"A problem we'll deal with once we deal with the undead." Teagan said. "Both Murdock and Ser Perth are ready for nightfall."

"We'll take up a position near the path." Sereda turned to Faren. "Faren, how'd you do with those traps?"

"Found some oil." Faren said. "Won't be enough to kill them, but it will slow them down long enough."

"I've also managed to train the militia with the proper use of a bow and given them pointers when dealing with undead." Theron added.

Sereda nodded. "Good work. Let's wait until the nightfall."