Warning/TW: Graphic depictions of violence, swearing, racism, fighting, rape/non-con, underage, torture, killing, blood.
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Thank you to everyone that has stayed patient. Things have been hectic, shit happening one after the other and it pushed my ability to write further and further. I am back. I can't promise to update every week but at the least every other week. If you want to join my Discord plz PM/DM me and I will send an invite! Ten more chapter and Legendborne is over! Yay. Thank you and enjoy.
Looking at the map, she notices that Honnleath is not that far away—a few days walk at most. Being outside alleviates some of the anxiety the young girl is feeling. It doesn't stop the way her insides vibrate all the time. The sensation almost wants to pull her in different directions. She constantly has to be pulled out of her own head by Alistair or Zevran.
It takes a few days for her to pick up that what she is feeling is the darkspawn, sensing their very presence. Unlike the others, her magical power and spiritual ability magnify it. There is no doubt she can feel miles around her, above, under, and in every other direction. The uncomfortable itch gets worse as they are closer. Sometimes Arinda scratches at her flesh until she bleeds.
It is almost a full week after setting out when they stumble on the small village. Arinda feels her skin crawl, blood almost bubbling before they can see the place. Not long after, the stench of rotting flesh invades their senses. "Darkspawn have overrun the town." Muttering this, she pulls out the new daggers that the Golem gifted to her. Pale eyes flicker around, her gaze looking near spots where some are gathered further away. The others in the group pull out their own weapons.
Alistair stands point with his shield out. Surprisingly, Caridin joins the human, while Sten stands next to Morrigan. The young teen and Zevran slink low. She lets her magic fan out; a light hue wraps around her comrades before becoming invisible. A barrier. Glancing at the other rogue, she nods, and they both sneak forward. Walking around the bend, they slide up against a house and peek around the corner. It is a grotesque sight.
The young elf has seen many horrible things in her life, but whenever she has seen the aftermath of a darkspawn attack, it has been the creatures themselves dead. The darkspawn she sees seem to have some form of intelligence as a small group of five is gathering the dead and throwing them into a pile. There are some corpses that are missing parts of their bodies, heads impaled on broken wooden fences and decomposing. Her eyes take in a few more; some of the darkspawn are eating the corpses. Looking back at the group, she signals them to move ahead and then Arinda lets her magic out. It is fast, coming around her body as she steps forward and then through.
It always feels odd when she fade steps, like walking through mud and water. Everything moves slow and like she is looking through an oily mirror. Pushing back into the normal world, she takes a breath and stabs into the back of a Hurlock. The being screeches and the battle begins. There aren't many, but more gather. Arinda slices at leathery necks, stabs into skulls and freezes parts of their bodies to stop them from moving.
Rolling out of the way, the brunet pops back up and throws her hands out. A tingling sensation, warm and inviting, shoots to her fingers and fire fans from them. The three creatures in front drop their weapons and scream as the fire envelops them. The smell that comes from their burning flesh is nauseating, it crackles and pops even as they go down. Grimacing, she turns and sees that everyone else has finished with their own battles.
"Any injuries?" she calls out.
Most shake their heads, though Morrigan leans on her staff. Walking over, the pale woman scowls. "I am not hurt. Just fatigued." Snapping this out, she stands straighter and slams the staff into the ground. "Not all of us have an unlimited amount of mana." This time, her voice is more annoyed than angry.
Looking her over, she can see how Morrigan's skin looks a bit flushed, sweat covering her face. Perhaps they have been pushing too hard. Turning, she looks at the others. Alistair grimaces from time to time while Zevran complains about his armor chafing. Sten is silent, so she can't tell anything with him.
"After we finish with this village, we can take a breather for the rest of the day. We still need to meet at Redcliffe, but I bet a copper on the others resting a day in Orzammar before they head out too." The group nods and they take another look around. This is when she finally notices Caridin is standing off to the side. Walking closer to him, she feels her eyes widen; the golem is by far the smallest one she has seen.
"Shale…" The name is spoken with sadness. The larger of the two reaches out but he stops. "She has been put in a stasis, unable to react, but always aware… You say the one who had her rod died twenty years ago?" At this the elf nods with a frown. Being frozen for so long would be horrible, even traumatizing.
Walking around her, the two stare at each part before stepping back. "Something is wrong, this… paralysis is different," he mumbles to himself.
"Perhaps we can find the rod, even broken you could still fix it or find out how to break this?" If not, she could perhaps do something with her magic to cancel or even interfere with it. Maybe find a spirit of wisdom. Some anxiety creeps in, making her hands tremble. The girl knows what it is to be nothing and do nothing for a long time. It drains you, chips away at your sanity.
Turning away, Arinda walks towards the others. "We should search the houses to see if there are any survivors." Stating this, the teen has a moment where she stares at Alistair. Blinking rapidly in annoyance, the brunet crosses her arms. "Wait—why am I the one giving orders?"
Flushing, the blond male stands and shrugs. "Well, I don't know what to do."
"That is shocking." Morrigan sneers while glaring at the other. "I would rather follow a toddler than you." Sniffing, the witch turns her gaze away.
Rolling her eyes, the youngest turns, not wanting to listen to the two squabble. She doesn't get far when Zevran saddles up to her. "I have a question, if you will." Humming, she nods at the tan male to continue. "I have noticed that our esteemed Warden, Elondo that is, has become enamored with you. He is, as you have grasped, also begun clinging to me. I like being clung onto as much as the next guy, but I also don't want to step on any toes." Blinking up at him, she frowns.
Staring at him, her brow flicks up and he laughs nervously. "Is my worry unwarranted?" There is another pause before he smirks and throws his arm around her shoulder and turns her. "I have also taken notice of some flirting and puppy eyes between you and Alistair. My moon flower, if you need help, you only shall ask and- Oof!" His voice cuts off.
Flushing to the tips of her ears, the teenager elbows him in the ribs hard. She faintly hears a crack. Flustered, she turns her gaze away from Alistair and looks at Zevran. The girl didn't mean to damage him, just get the fool to shut up. "Shit." Reaching out, she touches where she hurt him, hand glowing. Knitting the bone back together, she is relieved to see she only cracked it.
Cheeks red, Arinda crosses her arms. Wincing, the elder prods at the spot but upon inspection, it no longer hurts. Grinning once more, he drapes himself on her, pushing all his weight on the smaller girl. It really isn't that much; the man has trained his body to be lean and lithe, moving fast and hitting faster. While his body does have muscles, he is built for speed and agility.
It means that between the two, they are near the same weight. Arinda trains both speed and hitting power. Building muscles in compact size. Pretending to not notice the elder, she continues to walk; his feet drag against the dirt and grass as she moves. Snorting, she peeks with her eyes at the man. "You aren't that much taller than me, are you?" The poke at his height has the elder grumbling and moving away from her. Deciding to push a little more, seeing as he did the same, she turns. Reaching out, she wraps her arms around him.
"What- What are you doing?" The nervousness in his voice has her grinning. Picking him up from the ground, she nods and holds him up a few moments. "Yes, yes you made your point. I won't mention the crush you and our pretty boy have—" Dropping Zevran on the ground, the teen rolls her eyes. She turns, trying to keep her red face from being noticed. Inhaling, she reaches up and touches her cheeks, cooling magic helping just a bit.
"Let's go in twos. To search the smaller houses, we can all go into the…" Looking at the larger building, she doesn't know what it is. A place of worship? A working factory? Mansion? Sighing, she makes a motion.
Giving Zevran a disgusted expression, the two head to the outskirts to look at the smaller hovels. They are barely houses, more akin to sheds. Peeking in shows nothing, the doors are broken. Signs of a struggle, blood and other oddities but nothing else. They check three other homes before meeting back with the others. The village itself is very small.
Glancing at the others, they all shake their heads. "We found empty houses." Alistair says with a frown.
"There were dead bodies." Sten announces.
Sighing loudly, the youngest clenches her fist. Nodding to the qunari, she walks towards the largest building. "That makes this easier." Less people to worry about. Most probably fled to this building. Pushing on it, she notices that it is indeed locked. Taking a closer look, she sees marks on the wood; the darkspawn were attempting to break in.
Stepping back, she motions to Sten. "You should be able to break it down. Zev and I are shit at picking locks." Arinda ignores the other elf male's indignant shout. Nodding to her, the Qunari takes a few steps back and digs his feet into the softer ground. Charging forward, he slams into the door; it creaks and then cracks where he hit with his shoulder. Holding a hand up, the elf steps forward and smiles. Bringing her own foot up, she kicks in the rest of the wood. It gives easily and they all make their way in.
The stench hits her quite brutally. Clamping her mouth shut, the teen squeezes her eyes shut while covering her mouth and nose. It is like shit, dead and rotting flesh mixed with milk and mildew. Coughing, she leans against the wall and hears Zevran start to gag and thump against the wall next to her. Some of the others also react, but not as strongly as the two. Caridin stays outside of the house as it would be too difficult and dangerous for someone his size to be in such a tiny area.
Wrapping a cloth around her mouth and nose, she blinks rapidly through her watering eyes. There is no reason to stop, the faster they get this done, the more time they must relax. Looking around the room, she finds it is damp, and the wooden floor seems to be rotting. "Lovely place." Muttering, her voice is hoarse.
They get a few paces into a wide hall when she turns, her blade comes out fast and impales a shriek. The monster screams in her face but she merely uses more strength and pushes, slicing the rest of the way through its torso. The being dies quickly. It makes her disgusted that the acidic scent of darkspawn blood is preferable to the scent of feces.
Finding themselves in a large room, they take a poke around. Finding some glowing crystals, the young teen flicks her brow up. Finding a few books, she leafs through them and finds notes. Finding nothing else of value, the girl goes to the only door and the group continues. She barely acknowledges the odd-looking altar. The next room seems to be a library, the bibliophile in her wants to take a closer look but she refrains. Dagger still out, she flicks it, twirling the blade this way and that. It still tingles up her arm, but it feels comforting. She has to ask the Golem more about the blade and metals.
Shelves had been knocked down, bodies, both human and darkspawn, littering the floor. "All these people." Alistair mutters with emotions.
"-Are dead. We can't worry about that. We need to see if there are survivors left down here; those people we can help. The dead are already gone, Alistair, the ones who are alive should be who we focus on. Both ally and enemy." Arinda climbs over another downed shelf and looks to the human. He seems frustrated. "It is useless to think about things we can't change, it won't help us. Put your mind to the things you can do and can change."
The group stumbles lower into the building, the air gets more rancid, more wet. They also find what seems to be a small brewery. "I bet Oghren would have offered to come if he knew about this." She says with a smirk.
"That my dear, is what we would call a suckers bet." The Antivan man winks at her.
Humming, they start to pick up on noises. Groans and cries, and the sound of weapons, too. Glancing over to Alistair, she shrugs; she can feel that there are darkspawn there but not how many. The man holds up his hand and signals. There are at least ten.
Not a problem. "I'll take a quick peek. The creatures don't take hostages, but it sounds like there are still people alive." Speaking softly to not be heard, the girl crouches low and moves swift and silent. Making her feet slide against the ground, she keeps herself to the wall up until it starts to become shorter. There are stairs and she feels magic, a few different kinds. One seems like a glyph, and another feels darker, almost like fog. A demon.
Licking her lips, she flinches forgetting about the cloth on her mouth. Peeking out, she sees there is something like a barrier wrapping around the upper part of the room. She can't make out how many, but she sees a couple people behind it. Darkspawn are pacing back and forth in front of it. There are some dead close to the barrier. Tilting her head, her eyes scour around more but she doesn't find anything else of notice. There are no traps that she can see, and the darkspawn don't even seem to notice her.
Creeping back, the young elf tells the group of what she saw. The plan is like before, with Alistair at the front, but now Zevran and Arinda are with him. The warrior has the focus of the enemies while the two elves pick off ones that try to sneak behind. Morrigan helps with barriers and fire.
She can hear Sten swinging his sword around; it cuts through the air with brutal precision despite its size. Bringing her daggers down against a genlock, she hooks them into the top of its shoulder and kicks the back of its knees. Using the momentum, the girl yanks down. The darkspawn goes down and she uses her foot to stomp hard on the being's head with the killing blow. A shiver goes up her spine; that is the only warning she gets when she is tackled to the ground.
A loud scream informs her of the shriek that is bearing down on her. Arinda is forced to drop her weapons so she can grab at the arms. The daggers are all but intertwined in the flesh of the shriek. Bringing her leg up, she manages to push it against its chest just as teeth snap shut an inch from her face. "Gross." Grunting, she realizes she doesn't have anywhere to go. Pulling her head back as much as she can, she tries to not react as spittle and putrid blood fall on her face. It almost seems to burn her skin.
Gripping tighter to the flesh, she can feel the bits of muscle and tendons as her nails dig in. Clenching her teeth, her hands heat up, burning hot. No flames come out, but the creature lets out another screech, this time in pain. Using the distraction as it tries to get away rather than kill, Arinda uses her leg to push it up and off. It nearly sails through the air with the force. It doesn't get far, Sten cleaves it in half. "Eww- That's disgusting." Gore splashes on the ground as the two halves fall.
The fighting is over.
Taking the now useless rag off, Arinda makes a face and drops it to the ground. Trying to wipe what she can of the blood off her face, the teen looks around. "Any injuries?" A series of headshakes, though Alistair does glare at the pale human. "She almost set me on fire!" the man yelled while pointing an accusatory finger at the black haired woman.
Morrigan smirks in turn, holding her staff and leaning against it. "I mistook you for a monster, you certainly are ugly enough to be one." It really is like watching two children quarrel. Closing her eyes, the teen attempts to ignore them both. But as she opens her eyes, she sees the people still huddled behind the barrier and her anger flares.
"Are you both quite done? Have you forgot there is a literal war going on? People are dying, being killed and eaten. Villages are being ransacked and burned. I don't give a shit if you don't like each other, if you want to argue do it in your own time. We are in the middle of trying to save these people. Shut. Up." Snarling, Arinda glowers at the two. "Don't ever, knowingly or petulantly put each other in danger. Not when we are fighting. Is that understood." Voice low, she keeps eye contact, looking between both humans. "I will not tolerate it any longer, if you both cannot behave correctly then I will treat you both the way you are acting. As bickering children."
Perhaps stress is getting to her. With everything that happened in the past two weeks, no one can blame her for blowing up. Turning away from the group, she walks over to the barrier and looks at the people. Her eyes roam over the area and the people huddled in do the same. No doubt seeing the group who helped kill the monsters fighting each other can be off-putting. "Have any of you been hurt?" Is the first thing she asks. It is best to come off as sympathetic and caring as possible.
Softening her face up as much as she can, the girl continues to try and take account of every person. She isn't going to completely switch her personality. They slaughtered a group of darkspawn; it is obvious she isn't harmless. "Were… Were you sent by the Bann?"
"No, we were not, we came here regarding… someone that we heard is in this village." Looking towards Alistair, the man walks closer.
"We are Grey Wardens, we came looking for the… um… the Golem actually."
"The- Ah, you heard about that blasted rod didn't you?" The man on the other side of the barrier all but sneers.
"No." Arinda speaks up. "We came here because I heard about a golem being here. We just met someone that knew Shale and so we came here to retrieve her." Reaching out the teen touches the barrier, her hand is zapped and flung back. If she put in enough magic, she could destroy the barrier. Or accidentally cause it to implode. Best not to mess with it.
The human looks at her and then the others. Sighing, he raises his hand and the barrier flickers before seeming to melt. There is still an almost electric feel to the air. The air shimmers where the barrier once was. Looking towards Alistair, the teen makes a gesture for the man to go first. He makes a face, but does as she instructs. Nothing happens and the teen follows after the human.
The rest that were hiding behind the barriers seem to lose their adrenaline as they collapse to the ground. Arinda tries to see if any have obvious injuries. Not seeing any, she follows the blond male.
"That horrid thing brought us nothing but misery. My mother tried to sell the rod years ago after it killed father." He looks down for a moment, sadness lingering in his gaze. "My father was once a hero. Fought against Orlais! What did he get for the trouble, a golem that stomped on him to the point my mother could barely recognize him. Nearly all his bones were broken."
She has never been good at moments such as this. From what she heard of the man, he wasn't really a hero. He found Shale in the Deeproads and escaped with her. But even the elf knows to not say that. Thankfully, Alistair speaks up. "I am sorry for your loss."
Cutting in, she makes the attention turn to her "As am I. However, one such as Shale would be perfect in our fight against the Fifth Blight. We could take her off your hands and you wouldn't have to worry over her again. I can also look over anyone that has been injured before we leave, too." The man stares at her in confusion for a moment, then finally, he nods.
Still looking bemused, he starts to fidget. "I'll give you the rod and password but there is one more issue. My daughter, when the Darkspawn attacked, she ran, there is a deeper part of my father's laboratory, but it is filled with traps. I sent a man after her but he… he hasn't returned." His gaze becomes fierce.
"I just want her back… or her body. I can't even hope she made it past all the traps." The last part is said softly, shaking and hoarse. Now looking at the human, she can see how wary he is. Cheeks sunken in, pallor sickly. His clothes are dirty and near threadbare. Standing straighter, Arinda glances around the room and an odd emotion hits her. Pity. Suddenly, she can see how horrible this would have been for the people.
Clenching her jaw, she nods. "Let me look after the people here before we look for her."
His eyes widen. "But my daughter-"
"Could already be dead. While we search for her, your people here are suffering." Softening her voice, the teen steps closer. She reaches out but stops. "She has been there for however long. We know your men here are alive; let us treat them first before going for her. Okay?"
Running a hand down his face, the man lets out a shaky breath. He nods. "Yes… I hah- I understand."
She nods and turns. "Let us look over everyone. Fix what you can, if it is something you can't, then call me. Make sure to clean your hands before touching any wound and do the same to the wound." Arinda nods and they get to work. Her tone is gentle, coaxing as she heals a woman's hands, raw and scraped up. She is called over by Zevran; a man has been impaled by some wood.
It takes an hour. In that hour, they unfortunately find a woman with the Blight. They took her outside and used magic to knock her out before killing her. There is no cure for the Blight. They burned the bodies that were left and headed back down. Arinda and Zevran were the ones who decided to head further to find the girl. They are the most agile out of everyone; while they may be crap at picking a lock, they can disarm traps perfectly fine.
Walking for a few minutes, the elder speaks up. "I have to say, I can see the appeal that Alistair would have for a… female with a strong mind and body." Glancing over at the tanner man, she tilts her head. "I think you two would be a good match." Perhaps if she was different, if she were more of a romantic, she would blush. Instead, the brunet frowns and looks down.
"With all of your sneaking, I would have thought you heard. Alistair is a king. Someone who will rule over Fereldan." They carefully walk over wooden planks, moldy and rotted.
"There are plenty of King that have dalliances my dear."
Arinda interrupts him with a sharp look "Yes. I will never be the one. We can never show our… emotions around each other. I would be looked at as some… knife ear mistress while he marries a human noble woman. He would never love her, or perhaps he would. Who wouldn't love a beautiful woman when forced to live with them over time?" She cannot hide the bitterness "I am just some random elf that was found in the woods. The product of Dalish savages, my own parents tried to kill me. Zevran, I am never the one. I will not put myself through that misery." The silence is loud. "We have an objective. We can talk or we can focus on it." Rolling her shoulders back, the teen stands taller, wiping all the emotions she feels away.
Zevran goes to speak, however, he is interrupted by some large demons. They are wispy, the ground where they move covered in soot. Arinda freezes their bottoms, so they stick and cannot move. The two work together to kill the demons that pop up. After five minutes, the tunnel opens up into a hall. Down a small flight of stairs, they find themselves looking at a little girl and a talking cat.
Sighing out loud, she feels annoyance curdle. Can't people just leave well enough alone?
"-It a baby? Hmmm… no, maybe a dog?- Oh! Someone came down. Are you here to play with us?" The blond haired girl asks.
"Well, that is not creepy." Muttering to herself, Arinda glances between the two. Crossing her arms, she gives the little girl a look. "You look old enough to know right from wrong." As she speaks, her magic leaks out. The room is saturated with the demon's power. No doubt it festered into the little humans' mind, making it more malleable to mold. That won't stop her. "Cats do not talk, so why did you decide to continue talking to one?" She steps closer and the orange feline hunches, hissing at them.
"They have come to take you away from me, Amalia. They want me to stay down here lonely and hungry." The voice is low, slow, and sweet. Instantly, the child stands up and glares.
She opens her mouth, but the elf steps closer and brings her hand out, slapping the girls head, hard. "Your father has been maintaining a barrier to protect not only you but every single person that is still alive. Your village has been ransacked and Darkspawn were slaughter everyone. You have been in here playing with a demon cat. I will throw you over my shoulder and take you to your dad, I will spank you until you understand your stupidity. Wake up. Now." Amalia is old enough to understand what she is saying. The girl looks to be around ten.
Watching the girl's eyes water, she feels no sympathy. Her eyes widen and she looks back to the cat. "A… Demon?!" Clarity comes into focus and she backs away.
Turning towards Zevran, she nods to the child. "Walk her back to her father. I'll deal with the demon." The Antivan looks at her for a moment and then nods. Amusingly enough, he looks entirely out of his element as he walks with the crying child.
Her attention goes back to the demon. Who now looks like one. Soft pink skin and burnt looking horns. The tail snaps around, like an agitated cat. The demon glares, then the expression smooths out. Purple and black eyes look at the exit. "You have ruined my plan; it was a delicate plan. Children easy to control but difficult to not corrupt." The being floats around, almost as if pacing.
"Your are too powerful for me to fight. I can feel the magic, taste it in this air. It is the most real thing in this dull world." They smile at her. Sweet, voice like syrup honey. "I couldn't persuade you to allow me freedom? Or let me in."
Laughing at the demon, the girl shakes her head. They both know that the creature doesn't have a chance. Not to say that Arinda would come out without injuries. Neither want to fight the other. "I think we can both agree that the fight would be more trouble than it is worth." Her smile falls flat. "I don't begrudge your curiosity. But I do have an issue with you attempting to harm a child. There are so many horrid people in the world that I doubt any would mind if their being was erased. Yet you go for a child." Scoffing, her head tilts. "People are afraid of demons for a reason. Try acting more like a spirit and maybe you will learn more. Now leave this place, and don't come back." Her words are spoken firmly.
The demon stares for a few more moments, their eyes flickering over her form. Finally, they smile—it isn't sharp, but there is something hidden. Bowing with a hand over where their heart would be, the demon nods. "I see, you've given me something to think on… You are no mortal. What are you, I wonder." Before Arinda can say anything, they seem to phase out. A pretty pink shimmer falls to the ground and disappears.
Something seems to take a hold of her lungs. Her heart beats as if she ran. The demon wasn't that old or strong, but she feels now that perhaps she should have killed it when she had the chance. There is the empty and ill-omened feeling within her gut. Licking her lips, Arinda turns and heads back out.
Walking back into the area where the others are, she sees the man hugging his daughter. People are smiling and laughing. But for some reason, she just feels grave, as if something is wrong. Shaking her head, the teen avoids everyone and heads out with clenched fists. Once outside, she looks up at the sky, it is pink, clouds here and there. The air isn't as clear as she wants it to be, the dead and darkspawn spoiling it.
Her eyes catch sight of Caridin, and she walks over. He sees her. "I greet you. Have you news?" he questions.
Shit. She forgot to get the rod.
"I have it. Before we do anything, should we wake it up. Er, her I mean. She did… squash a man to death." Alistair speaks up awkwardly while holding the rod in his head.
"As would I if I was the slave of a man. I would do far worse to free myself," Arindasays.
"… Right. Well… here you go." Holding it out, she takes it from him only to look at Caridin. "Apparently the magic words are dullen harn."
The large golem nods at her and she holds out the rod and says the phrase. For a few moments, nothing happens. Then the sound of rocks grinding comes. The rest of the group follows as the smaller golem moves, cracking sounds echoing around. Dust and rocks fall as she moves. Finally, Shale stops and stares.
Her eyes move from the group to Caridin, the expressions are limited on her face but she can tell surprise when she sees it. "This… This is a surprise." The voice is deeper, rough.
"Shale, the house of Cadash. It has been long since I have spoken with you."
"You know my name? You know me, were you the one who forged me?" Emotions are more obvious in her voice than Caridin's.
"Have you forgotten?" He sighs. "I made you into a golem, but you were a dwarf before. A female from house Cadash. Do you remember nothing of that? You were the finest of warriors, the only woman at the time to pick up a weapon and volunteer." He steps closer, resting one large hand on the smaller shoulder.
"Dwarf? Woman?!"
"We will rest while you two talk. Here." Arinda hands the rod to Caridin. She turns to Shale and bows her head. "It is an honor to meet you, I hope you will fight with us." She pauses, her brows furrowed. "Caridin. There is a woman, she is held within a statue. Or part of her is. Her name is Eleni Zinovia. She was made into stone and has been that way for a very long time, could you help her?"
There is a pause as Caridin turns towards her. After a few moments he responds. "I would have to study the structure and what holds her together… But it means much that you have asked. Once this war is over, we can try to find something, I could make her into a golem at least to give us time." With that, she nods and heads out. Even with some of the houses destroyed, they find one that is good enough and rest.