Diana sighed as she watched Duncan walk off. She didn't hate the man, she tried to, after all he did drag her away from her parent's kicking and screaming, but she couldn't. Her parent's wouldn't want that, they wanted her to live, to kill Howe, and hating Duncan would hinder that. However, she had no clue as to the white haired man who stood next to her. He was a mystery in many ways, his armor for one. She didn't know anyone who had armor designs like that, and she knew no blacksmith in Thedas with the skill to forge armor that was effective yet molded like his was. Then, there was his habit of sniffing the air, like he was picking up a scent. That there was enough reason for her to be wary of him. She had no clue what he really was, but she was sure that he wasn't just some human.
Shaking her head, she walked into the camp, and headed to the nearest guard she could find. "Lady Cousland!" The man cried "It is an honor to meet you milady, I just wish it were under better circumstances, first the Darkspawn, now Howe and… I'm terribly sorry for brining that up…" Diana frowned at the man but said nothing. It became increasingly obvious to her and to Drevok that this man wasn't skilled in addressing people in general, let alone a noblewoman. "Anyway, is there anything I can do for you Lady Cousland?" Diana nodded "I'm looking for Alistair, the newest grey warden." The man seemed to relax, "Ah yes, I heard he was sent north with a message to the mages, he should still be there poor sod." Drevok suddenly spoke up "what makes you say that?". The man shifted nervously "Erm… well… I kinda overheard the grey wardens mentioning he used to be a Templar, ya know one of them chantry knights trained specifically to hunt and kill mages." Diana nodded, and Drevok grinned. "That must be awkward for him. Come-on Diana what say you to rescuing a knight in distress?" Diana laughed and nodded "very well then, carry on solider."
Drevok and Diana approached two men, one Dressed in what looked like poor quality scale armor, and the other, obviously the mage, in… what else? Mage robes. "Why is it always Mages that dress like they are trying out for some theatre position?" He muttered before turning his attention to the conversation the Mage was having, with the blonde man, who was no-doubt Alistair.
"Tell the revered mother that what she wants is of NO concern to me. I am here to aid the grey wardens. By the KING"S ORDERS!" the mage shouted angrily. Drevok was impressed and somewhat concerned by the amused face Alistair wore. "And here we were getting along like blood-brothers. I was even going to name one of my kids after you, the grumpy one."
The mage was red faced and obviously furious, however he simply turned around and ran.
A/N: Sigh, I'm going to stop making all these promises that I just can't keep. I am deeply sorry for not updating regularly like I said I would, I have no real explanation beyond little real motivation to work on this much. All, I can promise is that this story will not be outright abandoned. It might update very infrequently, but it will be completed... someday. Regardless, I do have plans for two other fics, one of which is going to have it's prologue chapter uploaded today. I hope that one will be updated regularly, but I will not make any promises, after all these ones haven't really been kept. Regardless, thank you for taking your time to read my fic, every review is another reason for me to work on this more.
Remember: Peace is a Lie.