Hey guys I am back with the next chapter and I hope your ready for it. Now in this chapter we meet some new people, or not so new. I hope you are all ready for this. You will see some interesting things. Now I just want to say thank you to everyone who faved and followed me and my stories. It means a lot. Seriously thank you all. Same goes for those who reviewed, I love hearing back from you all. Now onto the reviews!

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Now this chapter is more built on building things up, so no action. Though next chapter is the City Elf Origin and possibly even the Human Noble one as well. Fingers crossed. See you all in the next chapter.

"Enchantment!"

Cupping my chin in thought I slowly nodded, thinking over my answer. "No, the morality of man is not a simple construct, it has layers and layers of complexity."

"Enchantment!" The dwarf turned his head staring up at me, his blue eyes showing an intelligence that he should not possess.

Frowning I felt a little appalled at what I am hearing from the boy. "That is a very… Nietzsche attitude you have. I would keep it to yourself, I do not believe the people of Thedas are ready for the theory of the Ubermensch. Now you had another question, I do not believe I understood it. Could you believe repeat it for me? Or phrase it in a different way?"

Sandal nodded with a thoughtful look on his face. "Enchantment!"

"…. Forgive me, but I don't think I can answer that question." When Sandal asked why I couldn't answer the question, I let out a long-suffering sigh and crossed my arms. "Because I do not know about faster than light travel."

"Enchantment!" Sandal stomped his foot and looked upset.

"I am a warrior not a physicist."

Lyna turned to look at me from her position on the wagon and frowned. Mostly in annoyance, but also in confusion. "I doubt that Sandal can understand you… Or even know what you are talking about. Even I do not understand what you are talking about."

Bohdan scoffed and shook his head with a good-natured smile. "Don't mind them miss, it's nice to know that someone likes speaking to my boy. Other than mages of course."

Not long after meeting Sandal and his adoptive father Bohdan, Lyna and I were able to hire the merchant to take us to Denerim. Luckily for us the dwarf and his son, were both heading there themselves. Well hire is a poor word, more of we came to an agreement. Lyna and I would act as the guards and he would take us to the capital. As we rode Lyna and I spoke with Bohdan, until Sandal spoke to me. Now I am not sure how or why, but I understood Sandal… In a way that I couldn't comprehend. I could hear what everyone else heard, but underneath that there is something else. I heard words underneath the words… I can not explain why that is, but it has been interesting. Sandal has proven to be quite intelligent… No more than that, the young dwarf seemed to know things of other worlds. Namely mine. Perhaps he has been touched by a god, or Sandal is a god himself. Either way our discussions have been… Very interesting.

"Thank you, Bohdan. Your boy is a good one, and he certainly is a good conversationalist." Inclining my head at the older dwarf, I turned my attention back to Sandal. Continuing our conversation, I raised an eyebrow once more at the small dwarf. "Thomas Paine's work would cause chaos in Orlais. They are not ready for such ideas, it would be an endless slaughter."

"Enchantment!"

Sighing I shook my head, this is going to be a long trip.

With Bohdan's help we made good time and arrived in Denerim in two days. Granted it took us a full five days. Which is much longer than I wanted it to be, but I will take what I can get. Lyna and I parted ways with Bohdan and Sandal in the marketplace. I must admit that I am quite impressed, the city of Denerim is quite large and well built. It reminded me of Windhelm, though not as dark or cold. Now Lyna and I were supposed to meet with Duncan in the Grey Warden compound, but once we were there we found that Duncan has yet to arrive. Lyna wished to bathe among other things, which meant I would be on my own. Since it is only past noon, I decided to explore Denerim's marketplace. Though I wanted to find one place in particular.

Wade's Emporium.

Back when I was still Arthur I found Wade annoying but enjoyable at times, but as Calder I am curious. I truly wished to see if Wade is one of the best smiths. Call it professional curiosity. Before I became a warrior, I was a blacksmith. I still kept in the game when I lived in Skyrim. Following some signs, and directions I found the smithy. I must admit that I am quite impressed, the building itself is quite large and made of stone.

It seems that Herren has done well for Wade.

Stepping within the smithy I breathed in a smell and smiled. The smell of fire, metal, leather, oil, the sound of a hammer striking an anvil. It brought back good memories. The room is filled with racks of various weapons, all of them look to be in good condition. Walking over to the rack I pulled a short sword off the wall and began to examine the weapon. The craftsmanship is remarkable, the balance of the blade, the feel of it in my hand… This is truly a good blade. Eorlund Gray-Mane would even praise this blade, despite the fact it is not made of Skyforge steel.

"Can I help you sir?"

A smarmy voice that would make even Belethor think 'This is a cheap bastard' reached my years. Turning around I found myself face to face with Herren, and my initial thoughts about the man are right. He has the eyes of a rat, all squinty, and they quickly took in everything about me. Keeping my composure, I held up the blade. "I wish to speak to the smith, is that you?" I knew it wasn't, but it is best to keep up the pretense I know nothing.

"No, my lord. I am Herren a humble salesman." Bowing slightly the man smiled widely, and despite the fact they did not exist yet. I heard the sound of a cash register going off. Herren believes that I am a noble of some kind, but that isn't hard to see. I stand straighter than most, I am better armed than most, and my armor is of high quality. "Master Wade is the smith here, but I am afraid he is a busy man. I can answer any questions for you however."

Placing the blade back on the rack I stepped away from Herren, being next to him did not sit right with me. "Very well. Can I speak with the Wade?"

"As I said my lord… Master Wade is quite busy, he is working with one of his apprentices- "

"I quit! This abuse is not worth it!" Running past both Herren and myself is a young man.

"Very well run! I was going to make you an artist! Now you'll only be sub-par! You hear me? Sub-par!" A whiny and very snobbish voice shouted after the boy.

Raising an eyebrow, I turned my head with a small smirk on my face. "Is he busy now Herren?" Walking past the blonde man and toward the back I found the man I was looking for. Wade the blacksmith. Unlike his game counter-part, Wade is a very large man. In fact, he is even taller than I am and more muscular. Yet his voice is very whinny and snobbish, quite an interesting combination. When the blacksmith noticed me, he looked visibly bothered by my presence.

"Herren who is this… My word!" Moving with speed that a man of his size should not be capable of, he took my shield and began to look it over. "The craftsmanship, the thickness of the metal, the painted horse heraldry! This is art!" Holding the heater shield above his head, Wade looked like he wanted to cry with joy. Lowering my shield, the blacksmith looked at me in shock. "Who made this masterpiece?"

"My mentor and myself- "My hand is swallowed up in his own. My entire body visibly moved, as Wade pumped my arm up and down.

"You helped make this? What about-By the Maker!"

Blinking in confusion I examined my person, and found that my crossbow, bolts and sword are now in the hands of Wade. This is quite strange. The way he is gushing over my weapons, it reminded me of pretentious art critics. At least he left my armor alone… Where is my helmet? I didn't even notice him taking it from me. I am sure in another life that the blacksmith was a master thief.

"Strange what is this material?" Wade asked tapping the eyepieces of my helmet, before moving on to the Dwemer metal of my crossbow and the ebony on my sword. "In fact, what is all this material? Because I have never seen it before in my life, you said you helped forge these? Please tell me what was used!?" The large man gripped me by my shoulders, a look of desperation in his eyes. This is quite strange, very strange in fact.

"Wade please don't harass the customer." Herren moved into the smithy part of the store, a curious look on his face. I'm guessing he heard what Wade had said about my weapons and armor.

"But Herren!" Wade whined, looking like a child who was told he couldn't have any sweets.

Sighing I pulled myself free from Wade's grip and cleared my throat. Drawing their attention to me, I crossed my arms and gestured to my items. "Master Wade perhaps… We can speak over some drinks, if you have no pressing orders to fill."

"Amazing, quite amazing. I have never heard of such materiel before, well the dragon bone and leather I have. Yet these others? Never." Wade took a sip of his spiced wine, as he leaned back in his chair. The two of us have been talking for over two hours, mostly about the materials my gear is made from. Wade despite his…Strange attitude, he is a true smith and worthy of respect. "You and your teacher are quite the master craftsmen."

Drinking from my own cup I smiled. "Thank you Wade, but so are you. I have examined your wares and I am impressed by your work."

Blowing a razzberry Wade rolled his eyes. "Bah those pieces of garbage? They are just the things that Herren had me forge, so we can keep the business going."

"Do not forget Wade they keep you fed, clothed, and it adds plenty of coin in your pocket." The blonde man's voice came from the front of the shop, Herren decided not to join us for drinks. He said he had to maintain the front of the shop, in case any customers came by.

"Yes, yes, I know, but I wish to make a true masterpiece." Sighing Wade had a dreamy look in his eye, staring off into the distance the smith smiled.

Reaching into one of the pouches of my belt, and slowly pulling out a small chunk of black metal. I held it in front of Wade, with a small smile. "While I cannot aid you with that, perhaps I can give something else to focus on." As the blacksmith focused on me his eyes went wide. "This is ebony, just a small fragment of the ore." Before leaving the compound, I had called Alfred to my side and asked if he would bring me samples of different ores. If Wade proved to be as skilled as he is supposed to be, then I found myself a smith to aid me.

I didn't need weapons or armor for myself, no I wished to have someone help me arm my future allies. I could do it myself, but that meant I wouldn't be able to travel with them. Which meant that I needed a smith, and not just any smith. A master of their craft, and Wade is the first person I could think of to help me.

"This is ebony? May I?" Wade shook with excitement, holding out his hands like I was offering him salvation. Placing the chunk in his hands, I watched as the smith examined the ebony. After a few minutes of him looking it over, testing the metal and comparing it to the various metals in his shop. Finally, he set the fragment down and stared at me. "Do you have more? Perhaps some ore?"

"I do, and I can provide some of the other ore. I can provide all of that for you and this- "Reaching into my pack, I pulled out a large stack of paper. Hold it out to Wade I nodded. "-These are my notes on how to forge the ore." When I was ridding with Bohdan I had purchased some paper, along with ink and quill. When I arrived in Thedas I learned that the written language, is a mix of common and Latin. Or something close to it, and since Imperial is similar enough… I was able to write out instructions.

"Oh, I can't wait to get started!" Wade began to dance for joy.

"I am afraid you won't be able to." Herren walked back into the smithy with a frown on his face. "You have several orders you must finish, and this little side venture- "

"Whatever they're paying, I'll triple it." Staring at the blonde man I fought the urge to laugh, as his mouth dropped in shock. I wanted everyone properly prepaid, and it isn't like I couldn't afford the price. You would be surprised at our rich one man can be become. Especially when they have lived for a long time, and when they work as adventurers. Standing to my feet I crossed my arms and turned my head. "Let us discuss the price of this."

Three hours of wheeling and dealing, but Herren and I came to terms. I paid half of the price up front, and the rest when Wade was finished. I had our deal written down, Wade verified and witnessed the deal go down. It's not that I didn't trust Herren… It's just that I didn't trust him, something about the man seem off to me. I told Wade that I would have someone deliver all the ore he could want. That of course would be Alfred, albeit under a disguise spell. I'm sure my butler will enjoy this task. Shaking my head, I decided to wander the streets, I rather not go back to the compound just yet. So, I began walking through the market place, I examined the booths, wares and made small talk with the merchants. As I was examining an apple for it's freshness, I felt something brush against me. My hand snapped out catching the offender by the wrist, pulling their wrist back slightly I frowned.

"Let me go pusbucket!"

"There are simpler and far easier ways to earn coin." Staring at the would-be thief, I raised an eyebrow. It's a child, an eight or nine-year-old elf girl. Her blonde hair looks like someone cut her hair, with a butter knife. She is dressed in a red shirt with a ratty scarf, torn black tights, and boots that were a little too big for her. However, what stood out about her is the fact, that she looked to be starving. Now call it the father inside of me, but I couldn't stand seeing a child like this. "When was the last time you ate?"

"What's it to you?" The girl struggled in my grip, but she couldn't get free.

"Because you looked half-starved and are in need of a good meal." Pulling the girl out of the way, as many people were watching all of us. I dragged the child away from the market and toward an inn. Despite the fact she fought me all the way, calling me all kinds of nasty names. Some of which were quite creative and had me smiling. A lop-eared shitebag, donkey fucker is my favorite. Once inside a tavern I pushed the girl into a booth and sat down. Calling a serving woman over I told her to bring me a large bowl of stew, bread, cheese and whatever else they had that is fresh. Keeping the girl still, until the food came was no easy task.

She is slippery like a snake and has a nasty habit of biting. Finally, the food arrived but the girl wouldn't eat. Sighing I finally decided to just speak to the girl. "Tell me why you aren't eating?"

"Because that food comes at a price, you rich tit." She sneered at me with a glare, her arms crossed.

I knew what she was talking about. Frankly it disgusted me and sadden me, that she would know about this kind of thing. Or that this kind of thing happened. Children are meant to be protected from the evils of the world. Not exposed to it. "Your right it does at a price, but not that."

"Knew it. What do you want?" She snorted staring at me with a look of contempt.

"Your name, that is all I want from you."

The elf stared at me in confusion and doubt. "What? That's it?"

"That's it." Smiling I pushed the bowl of stew forward. "Let's make it fair. I'm Calder or as you affectionately called me… 'A lop-eared shitebag, donkey fucker.' I am even thinking of making it my Chantry name, who knows perhaps? I may even become a brother. 'Brother Lop-eared shitebag donkey fucker'."

Snorting she began to laugh, kicking her legs up into the air. The elf girl clutched her stomach as tears fell down her face. "Your weird ain't yah? Okay my name is Sera."

I figured that who she is, but I wanted to be sure. Now no matter your thoughts on Sera, she isn't all that bad. Plus, the future member of the Inquisition is just a child right now. Frankly how many people would let a child starve? Especially when they will help save the world in ten or so years. "Very well Sera will you eat the food?" Sera looked at me then at the food, and dug straight in. Chuckling I shook my head and watched her eat. Ordering two more sets of food along with milk (Surprisingly they had some), and a mug of beer for myself. I began to eat along with her, making some conversation.

Sera had no manners what so ever, as she talked with her mouthful. As a parent this bothered me, but I knew she wouldn't listen to me. Plus, I wouldn't be a permanent fixture in her life, which sadden my greatly. I wish to help her in some way, other than just feeding her for this one meal. Perhaps I could help set her on the right path? How is the question?

"What's with the funny look? You look like someone took a shite in your food."

Sera's voice snapped me back to reality. Shaking my head, I stared at the small girl who looked confused. "Forgive me Sera I was thinking, a bad habit I'm afraid."

"Hehe Your funny." The blonde elf child smiled slightly.

Chuckling I had to fight the urge to grin, but I don't think it worked. Sera is grinning back at me. "Tell me something Sera. Why do you steal?"

"Huh? That's a weird question innit?" Turning her head in confusion, Sera looked at me like I'm an idiot. "I steal cause I need to eat."

"I know that much, but if you could eat like this? Stay in a good place? Would you still steal?" The elf had a suspicious look on her face, but I held up a hand. "Hold Sera. Let me explain, if you had coin to survive and live your life. Would you still steal?"

The blonde child finally understood what I was asking and began to think. "I don't know? Maybe why?"

Reaching into a pouch on my belt, I looked around and made sure no one is looking. "Because I am going to give you something." Pulling the item, I wanted out I made Sera hold out hand. "If you had this, would you continue to steal?" The item in question is a ruby bigger than my thumb. Being an adventurer truly can make one rich, and if they were careful? Well let me say that money is no worry for me. In the past a ruby like that would have kept me fed, but now? Nothing

"Blimey with that I could eat for months…"

"Try years, if you spend the money wisely and don't waste it." Staring at Sera I raised an eyebrow. "Now would you steal if you had that?" The girl had no answer for me, she is in shock that I would just give something like this away. Though she is also suspicious, but given her background? I do not blame her. "No most likely. However outside of survival you had no purpose, I can give you one. One that you will find… enjoyable."

Sera looked thoughtful but slowly nodded. She would be foolish to turn down a chance like this. "What would I do?"

"Fight for the little people." Slowly I began to explain the concept of helping the little person. Sera took to it right away and really wanted to get started. I hopped by doing this and with my influence, Sera wouldn't be as selfish in the future. Maybe this will help her. Sera and I parted ways not long after that. Though not before I sold the ruby and making sure she had a safe place to sleep for the night. After giving the elf child one final warning about not wasting the money, I left for the Grey Warden compound. Once I came back I found that Duncan had arrived earlier but had went to sleep. Which meant I would speak with him in the morning.

The following morning a servant woke me up for breakfast, after dressing I followed the servant to a dining area. In the room sitting at a large table is Lyna and Duncan, along with someone I didn't recognize. He is a dwarf with long black hair with two twin braids, a short but neatly trimmed beard framed his face. He had pale skin, his blue eyes had dark circles under them, and grim look rested on his face. His posture is rigid, his movements are mechanical, and he looks as if he is carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He is dressed in a rough black clothing yet despite that I could see he had a noble bearing.

(AN Picture Richard Armitage as Thorin Oakenshield.)

This must be the noble dwarf.

"Greetings Duncan." Inclining my head to the Grey Warden, I turned to the Dalish elf. "Lyna." Taking a seat across from the noble I nodded in greeting. "Master dwarf." Lyna and the noble dwarf nodded at me, neither saying a word.

"Greetings Calder. I trust you slept well?" The physically older man said in greeting.

"As well as I could." Chuckling I quickly snagged some food and began to eat. "How was your trip?"

Letting out a small laugh Duncan cracked his bag. "Tiresome, I feel I am getting too old." Gesturing the dwarf, the Grey Warden bowed his head. "This is Duran Aeducan, the second son of King Aeducan."

"Another recruit?" I knew he was, but I figured I should still ask.

"No." Duran shook his head finally speaking. "Duncan helped me out of the Deep Roads, but I am not becoming a Warden."

Now this is surprising I would have figured he would be. "That is interesting… May I ask why your highness?"

"Duran. I have no name other than that." The dwarf spoke in a rough voice, and slowly he began his tale. Duran Aeducan the second son of the King of Orzammar, was surprisingly different. Unlike his fellow nobles or the other dwarves, Duran is not back stabbing, nor is he arrogant, or a stanch traditionalist. He is a warrior and a honorable man that wished to save his people from themselves. He saw that the damage that their traditions did to his people, but he couldn't do anything to save them.

His tale is similar to the Origin story in the game, but with one major difference. He didn't join the Wardens, he refused Duncan's offer. He wished to find a way to aid his people and remove his brother from power. Duncan being who he is, still showed him the way out and allowed the dwarf to follow him to Denerim. Why he wished to come here I do not know, but I decided to leave it alone. It was not my business. After finishing his story, Duncan left with Lyna in tow. The Commander of the Grey Wardens, said he had one last piece of business here in the city. Then he would head to Highever for his last possible recruit. I wanted to speak to him about the business he had with me, but Duncan said it could wait when we were on the way to Highever.

After Duncan had left I headed back to the room and donned my armor, weapons, along with the rest of my gear. I had to prevent some things. As I was preparing I felt someone standing behind me. Turning around I found Duran standing behind me, he is wearing a sleeves leather jacket. Under that is a scale/chain shirt with a dwarven style belt holding it together. Dark leather/metal bracers clung to his wrists, he wore simple cloth pants and leather boots with metal plates. At his side is long sword, and a parma metal shield hung on his back. (A round metal shield). While a dagger is stuck in his belt.

"Duran what brings you here?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, now that I had a better look at him… Duran is quite tall, I would say he is at least a foot taller than other dwarves. Bohdan and Sandal came up to below my waist. Duran stood above that, quite interesting that he is this tall.

The dwarf prince's hand rested on the pommel of his sword. "I wished to speak with you."

"Can we speak later perhaps? I have something to take care of- "

"I'll join you, we can speak while walking." From Duran's tone I could tell he wasn't going to take 'no' for answer.

Letting out a sigh I motioned for the dwarf to follow after me. "Very well, but where I go trouble follows." As I walked through the halls with Duran following, one question plagued my mind. What did the prince wish to speak to me about?

"Duncan told me you come from another land." Duran began to speak as we walked, cutting straight to the chase. "He did not tell me much." The dwarf prince kept pace with me, despite my longer legs and quick stride. "Though from what he told me you are quite the warrior, taking on a pack of over thirty darkspawn on your own? Impressive."

"Thank you, Duran but stop dancing around the issue."

Smiling the prince laughed slightly as he shook his head. "I simply wished to spar with you, I wished to see your skills for myself. However, I think seeing your skills first hand will work better. Something tells me that you will be entangled in a fight."

There is more to what he wants, I know that. "You are right about that Duran. I am going to pay a visit to the Arl of Denerim's son. Word is there is an wedding today in the Alienage, and the Arl's son has a predilection for elven women." Giving the dwarf a pointed look, I saw comprehension flash in his eyes., along with a flash of disgust. "I am afraid that he will… take the women from the wedding, to have a private 'party'."

Frowning a look of anger appeared on the prince's face. "Let us crash the party then."