Transsilvam: ...
Morrigan, Alistair and Dalmatius: ...
Transsilvam: I'm back...
Morrigan: I ought to kill you right know.
Alistair: A ticking off would be better.
Transsilvam: Come on, guys... I'll do better!
Morrigan: Pfff...
Dalmatius: Let him talk. Maybe he'll notice.
Transsilvam: Can we announce the story already?
Alistair: No.
Transsilvam: I'm sorry, okay?
Morrigan: I...
Dalmatius: [interrupts] Let him Morrigan. He appologised. Well here's the third chapter. I'd say enjoy. More should be coming unless Transsilvam wishes to die. And the poor bugger doesn't own DA. Bioware does.
Transsilvam: Charming, Dale...
It didn't take long before they couldn't see Flemeth's house no more. Dalmatius noticed that Morrigan became more and more relieved when they got further away. Despite his interest, he decided that now was not the time to ask. He had to focus on where he was walking, as Morrigan was not walking in a line. Avoiding treeroots deemed to be slightly impossible.
After walking at least half a day in complete silence, Dalmatius grew tired of being on his own. Trying to chat with Alistair would normally rid him of any boredom, as the warden was amusing and never seemed to run out on subjects. This was impossible though due to his silence. He seemed to be taken by his own mind. No. Best to leave him alone. The other possibility was Morrigan. He walked closer untill he was near her.
"Is it good we chat for a while?"
"Do we need to?"
"Yes." was all Dalmatius said.
Morrigan sighed and slowed her pace.
"What is it, Warden?"
"Where are we going? I know it is a rather odd question, but..."
"You do not know your surroundings?"
"Not after 5 minutes. And I am not that familiar with the Wilds."
"I am bringing you to Lothering, as that is the first village outside these woods."
"Fair enough. Have you ever been there?"
"Occasionally..."
"So you did?"
"Yes." She was sounding a little annoyed. Clearly she didn't like the thought of being interrogated.
Dalmatius smiled. Morrigan was interesting.
"Why don't you ask me something?"
Morrigan looked at him,somehow even more annoyed.
"Why would I ? I doubt you know something I wish to learn."
Dalmatius was clearly surprised of the level of hostility in the reply. It was his turn to sigh.
"What an answer...Let us start again. Can I ask something?"
Morrigan didn't answer, so Dalmatius simply asked.
"You said you saw the battle, didn't you?"
"I did."
"You saw the dead?"
"Duncan is dead. Do not start like your friend."
"I know that. I simply wanted to know if you saw a dog."
"A... dog?"
"A brown mabari."
"You have a dog?"
"Morrigan..."
A small silence was invoked by Morrigan.
"I did not."
Dalmatius somehow felt somewhat relieved.
"Really?"
Morrigan laughed. "The persistance... yes, its true."
Dalmatius smiled. The mere possibility of his dog being alive was giving him high hopes.
" So... you are of nobility?"
Dalmatius hadn't expected that. He was astonished.
"Um...well...for what it's worth..." he mumbled.
"Not at all what I expected..."
Dalmatius smiled. As a child he would often leave the castle, away from the books. He had always been able to hide his identity. Even Fergus joined him, though not for long. He was always the most responsible.
"Where do you hail from?"
"Highever."
"Ah. A Cousland. Truely not what I expected."
Dalmatius grinned. She noticed it.
She sighed.
' He's going to save Ferelden? Mother, I see why you sent me.'
She shook her head and looked at the air.
"Night will be upon us soon.I suggest setting up camp before light leaves us."
"Good enough. I'll make a fire. Maybe I can make us a stew."
The conversation grew silent and Dalmatius was more worried about his own feet.
After another ten minutes of walking later they encountered a space, large enough to sustain a camp.
Unwilling to go any further, they sat down and started their chores. Morrigan went out and explored the enviroment, as Dalmatius made the fire. Only Alistair didn't seem to be quite clear. His tent didn't seem to hold, and he seemed to drop everything.
Dalmatius sighed. His mind was still taken.
'If this continues tomorrow I'll have to have a chat with him.'
Night indeed came swiftly as he helped Alistair with his tent. His stew was bubbling and smelled nice. They both ate a bit and Alistair got into his tent.
Dalmatius looked at him disappearing. In a way, he pitied him.
Then he would take guard. He positioned himself near a tree and waited. He would probably awaken Alistair at midnight.
Hours passed.