Alistair's day had started like all of his had and that was badly. He was sent to harass a mage about seeing the revered mother. The mage stormed off once he had had enough of Alistair. Upon leaving the mage bumped into an elf and glared at him.
"You know, one good thing about the Blight is how it brings people together," Alistair said when the elf approached him. The elf was tall, but still shorter than Alistair. He had silvery white hair that stuck out in a mess from his ponytail. Alistair found him quite attractive oddly enough.
"I know exactly what you mean," the elf said with a laugh. His voice was much deeper than one would think for someone of his size.
"It's like a party:we could all sand in a circle and hold hands. That would give the darkspawn something to think about," Alistair joked. "Wait, we haven't met, have we? I don't suppose you happen to be another mage?"
"Maker no. I'm one of the new recruits, Duncan sent me to find you. I'm Ezra."
"Right that was the name. I'm Alistair pleasure to meet you. We don't have many elves in the order as you could probably see." Alistair chuckled, the laugh just cracked a small smile. "As the junior member of the order, I'll be accompanying you when you prepare for the joining."
"What can you tell me about the joining?" Ezra asked.
"Nothing, sorry. That's just the way it is," Alistair said. The elf stepped closer to the taller man.
"Not even for me?" he said with a wink. Alistair blushed red and the elf laughed.
"Lets just get back to Duncan, I imagine he's eager to get things started. When you're ready just lead the way."
Duncan told the new recruits they were to head into the wilds and collect three vials of darkspawn blood. They were also to head to an old Grey Warden outpost and collect treaties that should still be there. Ezra would be on the look out for a red flower that was white in the middle to help heal a mabari.
Collecting the blood was fairly easy,as was getting the flower. The hardest part was getting to the outpost. They ran into a large group of darkspawn and had to fight them off. One Gemlock knocked Alistair back into the water and when he fell he grabbed Ezra's arm instinctively reaching for something and ended up pulling Ezra on top of him. Daveth slashed his sword through the darkspawn spilling its blood all over the two.
"Sorry about that," Alistair apologized.
"Its fine. Are you okay?" Ezra asked. His long nose was almost touching Alistair's. Alistair noticed and blushed once more.
"If you two are done can we go get the treaties?" Daveth asked sheathing his sword. Ezra got up and held out his hand to Alistair.
The four arrived at the outpost and saw one intact chest. Ezra picked the lock open and they all crowded around it.
"Where are they?"
"Not there," said a female voice from behind the men. All four turned around to see a woman with pale skin and dark black hair in a ponytail. "Are you a vulture, I wonder? A scavenger poking a midst a corpse whose bones were long since cleaned?" She paused., "Or merely an intruder, come into these darkspawn-filled Wilds of mines on search of easy prey?"
"I am a Grey Warden. Part of the same Grey Warden's that once owned this tower," Ezra said.
" 'tis a tower no longer. The Wilds have obviously claimed this desecrated corpse."
"Its a witch of the wilds! She'll turn us into toad!" Daveth whispered ...very loudly.
" Witch of the Wilds? Such idle fancies, those legends. Have you no minds of your own?" the supposed witch of the wilds asked the warden recruits. "You there, handsome lad. Tell me your name and I shall tell you mine. Let us be civilized."
Ezra looked to Alistair thinking the witch was talking to him instead. She wasn't.
" I'm Ezra, pleasure to meet you my lady," he said nodding his head towards her.
"Now that is a proper civil greeting, even here in the Wilds. You may call me Morrigan. Shall I guess your purpose? You sought something in that chest, something that is here no longer?"
" 'Here no longer'? You stole them, didn't you? You're... some kind of...sneaky.. witch thief!" Alistair said. Ezra just shook his head at the Warden.
"How very eloquent. How does on steal from dead men?" Morrigan asked sarcastically.
"Quite easily, it seems. Those documents are Grey Warden property, and I suggest you return them," Alistair growled at Morrigan.
"I will not, for it twas not I who removed them. Invoke a name that means nothing here any longer if you wish, I am not threatened."
"Then who removed them?" Ezra asked. At least if he spoke Alistair couldn't piss her off.
"Twas my mother in fact."
"Can you take us to her please?"
"Now that is a sensible request. I like you." Morrigan smiled and approached the men further.
"I'd be careful. First its 'I like you...' but then 'zap' frog time," Alistair said.
"She'll put us all in the pot she will. Just you watch.." Daveth added.
"She'll do no such thing. I trust her, wait here if you must while I get the treaties." Ezra walked up to Morrigan and the rest of the Wardens begrudgingly followed.
Morrigan's mother, handed over the treaties happily. She had protected them after the seal had worn off. She also took a liking to Ezra, probably because he was the most civil and least scared.