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Prologue Part 5
Halia slowly opened her eyes she saw that she was in a bed in one of the landships that the Dalish use. She got up and walked outside and was greeted by Fenarel.
"You're awake! You've the gods' own luck, lethallan. You're back at camp. Everyone is worried sick about you How do you feel?"
"Worried. Where's Tamlen?"
"We don't know. The shems who brought you here saw no sign of him."
Halia was confused. "There were humans?"
"The shems brought you back two days ago. You don't remember them?"
"No, I don't. All I remember is I was in a cave, then… nothing."
"They were Grey Wardens and appeared out of nowhere with you slung over one of their shoulders. You were delirious with fever. They said that they found you outside a cave in the forest, unconscious and alone. One of them ran off, while the other stayed here. The keeper's been using old magic to heal you."
"The shemlens are Grey Wardens?"
"So they claimed. I just wish he'd told us where the cave was. Most of the hunters are looking for it right now. But the keeper wanted to talk to you as soon as you awaken. Stay here—I'll get her." He then walked away.
As she waited, she saw someone she never saw before. He was hunched over sharpening his sword. Then she got a side view of his face. 'A human!' she thought, as she walked towards him. She was a few feet away, when suddenly, she was on her back, face-to-face with a war hound on top of her, growling.
"Gîter!"
The hound looked behind it and watched as the human knelt beside her and looked at the dog. "I don't think she would harm me now," he turned his head to Halia, "Will she?" He looked into her eyes, and saw defiance. "I guess some trust is in order. Descendre!" Still growling, the hound got off her. "Veiller!" He offered his hand to her. "I'm Malcolm."
She smacked his hand away, and was rewarded with a growl. "Easy boy, easy."
She got up, "I don't care who you are! You take that beast and go back to your cities, shem!" Again, rewarded with a growl.
"So hostile to the one who carried you here."
She turned and saw Keeper Marethari walking to her.
Halia turned and gave a small bow. "Andaran aitsh'an, Keeper."
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as the human, Malcolm, also gave a small bow. "Greetings once again, Keeper Marethari. Has Duncan returned yet?"
The Keeper returned the bow. "Not yet, but soon, I should hope."
Halia walked up to Marethari. "Can I speak with you, Keeper? Alone?"
The Keeper looked at the human. "Would you mind waiting a bit, young sir?"
He replies, "Of course." He looks to the dog. "Come on boy." He walks off while the hound continues to stare at Halia. The human stops and turns around. "Suivre!" The hound looks at its master, turns back to Halia, gives a small warning growl, then follows him.
The Keeper talks to Halia, "I know not what dark power held you, but it nearly bled the life from you. It was difficult even for my magic to keep you alive."
Halia's heart churns when she hears this. "Then Tamlen could be sick, as well?"
"If he encountered the same thing you did, yes. The older Warden said they found you alone outside a cave, already stricken. Duncan thought there may have been darkspawn creatures inside the cave. Is that true?"
Halia brought her hand up to her head, "All I can remember is that I was in a cave, there were some giant spiders, and some kind of bear with spikes. And the mirror."
"A mirror?"
"Tamlen walked up to it and touched it, then… nothing."
"Hmm. This is most troubling. Do you still remember where this cave is, lethallan?"
"Yes Keeper, but why-"
At this point Merrill walks up. "Ara seranna-ma, Keeper."
"Yes, Merrill? What is it?"
The younger Grey Warden, has left the camp. It might be possible that he left to find the older Warden."
"Ma serannas." She turns to Halia. "You must find the young human, then the three of you must find that cave. Surely by now, Duncan has found the cave."
"Of course, Keeper, at once."
"Hurry, lethallan. The young one should not have gotten far."
When that Halia and Merrill hurry off to find the young human.
Gîter- heel, Descendre-down, Veiller-watch, Suivre-follow.
I just came up with the idea that since the Cousland family has been to Orlais, I figured that Malcolm could have taken the time to teach his dog a few command phrases in Orlesian, real world French.