Ezra was the only one to make it through the joining, Alistair was glad he had made it at least. During the battle it was the youngest Wardens' job to light the beacon in the tower. The task was thought to be easy but the tower was crawling with Darkspawn. With the help of a mage and a tower guard they fought their way to the top and light the beacon right before they were over run by darkspawn.
When Ezra awoke he was inside a small house lying on a bed.
"Good you are awake, Mother will be glad to hear that." Ezra looked to see Morrigan leaning against the one wall.
"How did I get here?" he asked sitting. He winced in pain and saw part of his abdomen bandaged. Right the Ogre he thought.
"Mother managed to save you and your friend, though 'twas a close call. What is important is that you both live," Morrigan answered. "The man who was to respond to your signal quit the field. The darkspawn won your battle. Those he abandoned were massacred. Your friend... he is not taking it well."
"By friend, do you mean Alistair?" Ezra asked.
"The suspicious, dim-witted one who was with you before, yes." Ezra breathed a sigh of relief. "He is outside by the fire. Mother wanted to see you when you awoke."
"Thank you Morrigan, you are too kind."
"I..you are welcome, though mother did most of the work. I am no healer." Morrigan stumbled over her words as if she had never been thanked before. "Your clothes are over there, please put them on before speaking to mother."
Outside Alistair was staring off at the direction of Ostagar while Morrigan's mother was waiting for Ezra.
"See? Here is your fellow Grey Warden. You worry too much, young man," Morrigan's mother said when Ezra stepped out into the Wilds.
"You.. you're alive!" Alistair ran over to Ezra and hugged him. "I thought you were dead for sure," he said upon releasing the other warden with a slight tint on his cheeks.
"I'm not thanks to Morrigan's mother. I'm glad you're okay," Ezra said.
"This doesn't seem real. If it weren't for Morrigan's mother, we'd be dead on the top of that tower." Alistair ran one gloved hand through his hair exasperated.
"Do not talk about me as if I am not present, lad," Flemeth warned.
"I didn't mean... but what do we call you? You never told us your name," Alistair apologized quickly.
"Names are pretty, but useless. The Chasind folk call me Flemeth. I suppose it will do," Flemeth said.
"The Flemeth from the legends?"Alistair asked. "Daveth was right- you're the Witch of the Wilds aren't you?"
"And what does that mean? I know a bit of magic, and it has served you both well has it not?"
"Why did you save us?" Ezra asked.
"Well we can't have all the Grey Warden dying. Someone has to deal with the Darkspawn," Flemeth said with a chuckle. "It has always been the Grey Wardens' duty to unite the lands against the Blight. Or did that change when I wasn't looking?"
"Of course n-!"
"But we were fighting the darkspawn!" Alistair interrupted. "The king had nearly defeated them! Why did Loghain do this?"
"Now that is a good question," Flemeth said. "Men's hearts hold shadows darker than any tainted creature. Perhaps he believes the Blight is an army he can outmaneuver. Perhaps he does not see that the evil behind it is the true threat."
"Or perhaps he was jealous of the King?" Ezra suggested. Flemeth and Alistair looked at the elf quizzically. "When I was going over the plans with the King I could see how Loghain looked at him. He didn't seem to happy that someone as upbeat at Cailan was on the throne," Ezra explained.
"By evil you mean the Archdemon, right?" Alistair asked. Flemeth nodded.
"Then we need to find this Archdemon," Ezra said.
"We need to warn everyone that the darkspawn are the bigger threat first. We can't hope to fight the Archdemon and darkspawn alone."
"And who would believe you? Unless you can think to convince this Loghain of his mistake," Flemeth pointed out.
"He just betrayed his own King! If Arl Eamon knew what he did at Ostagar, he would be the first to call for his execution!" Alistair was getting fired up, more than Ezra had seen.
"Calm down ginger," he said placing his hand on Alistair's shoulder. "Perhaps we could go to this Arl Eamon."
"I suppose... Arl Eamon wasn't at Ostagar; he still has all his men. And he was Cailan's uncle,"Alistair said calmer."I know him. He's a good man, respected in the Landsmeet. Of course! We could go to Redcliffe and appeal to him for help!"
"Sure determination. How intriguing," Flemeth laughed.
"I still don't know if Arl Eamon's help would be enough. He can't defeat the horde by himself!" Alistair sighed and placed his hands on his hips.
"But there are other allies we can call upon as well, right?"
"Of course! The treaties! Grey Wardens can demand aid from dwarves, elves, mages and other place! They're obligated to help us during a Blight!" Alistair exclaimed with excitement.
"I may be old," She's got that right thought Ezra. "But dwarves, elves, mages, this Arl Eamon, and who know what else...this sounds like an army to me." Flemeth crossed her arms and smirked. She knew the treaties were their best bet all along.
"So can we do this? Go to Redcliffe and these other places and...build an army?"
"I think so. I mean isn't that what us Grey Wardens do,"Ezra said with a smirk.
"So you are set, then? Ready to be Grey Wardens?" Flemeth asked.
"As ready as we'll ever be."
"Now..before you go, there is one more thing I can offer you."
"The stew is bubbling, Mother dear. Shall we have two guests for the eve or none?" Morrigan asked coming out of the hut.
"The Grey Wardens are leaving shortly, girl. And you will be joining them," Flemeth told Morrigan.
" Such a shame- what?" Morrigan asked. We were all taken a bit back. Morrigan was to come with us?
"You heard me, girl. The time I looked, you had ear!" Flemeth laughed at her own 'joke'.
"Thank you but if Morrigan doesn't want to come with us..." Ezra said feeling a bit uncomfortable.
"I agree with the warden."
"Nonsense, her magic will be useful to you on your quest. You have always wanted to leave the Wilds, girl." Morrigan sighed and looked at Flemeth. There was no way Flemeth would change her mind.
"I shall retrieve me things and then we can leave." She walked back into the hut defeated.
"Not to.. look a gift horse in the mouth, but won't this add to our problem? Out of the Wilds, she's an apostate," Alistair reasoned.
"We'll be fine. Besides if you have such a problem with apostates maybe Flemeth should have left you back on the tower," Ezra joked.
"Point taken," Alistair said still feeling uncomfortable about the whole situation.
Once Morrigan had retrieved her belongings she came back outside to say her goodbyes.
"Farewell, Mother. Do not forget the stew on the fire. I would hate to return to a burned-down hut," Morrigan said.
"Bah. 'Tis far more likely you will return to see this entire area, along with my hut swallowed up by the Blight," Flemeth laughed in her face.
"I...all I meant was.."Morrigan stuttered.
"Yes, I know. Do try to have fun, dear."
The new party of Alistair, Morrigan and Ezra left to gather an army and Save Ferrelden from the Blight.