Diana looked at Alistair in wonder. Being the daughter of the Tyrn of Highever, she had spent many a summer night talking, dancing, and getting into plenty of mischief with King Calin. As such, she could identify someone from the bloodline of old king Maric like she was simply examining the back of her, scar covered hand. She couldn't help but shake the feeling that Alistair had to be related to Calin, but that was impossible!
Old king Maric was as faithful as Barky, her Mabari hound, and Calin was an only child. To even think that this Alistair might be related to the king was absurd! Yet, that didn't shake her feeling that he was, despite her logical side, from suspecting he might be. She shook her head and looked at the man again. Quickly she turned her head to look at Drevok, to see if he might have any indication on his face as to whether he suspected that Alistair might be related to Calin. She thought for the briefest of seconds that he looked at Alistair like barky when he was sizing up another dog or a person to assess whether or not the being was a friend or a foe. Diana chuckeld to herself softly. She was pretty sure that she was mad, first comparing Alistair to Calin and Maric, now suspecting that Drevok was part Mabari?
The death of her family must be driving her crazy, and in more than the bloodlust and vengeance way that people suspected and expected of her. Not that she had any plans on NOT doing those things, in fact her rage and bloodlust were still there, simmering in the back of her consciousness even as she was flippantly examining the two men surrounding her.
Looking back at Alistair, she couldn't help but wonder if such a funny and sarcastic man could possibly be single? No way, she shook her head, not a chance this side of the fade, not a chance. She had to shake herself when she noticed Alistair approach Drevok and herself.
"One good thing about the blight is how it brings people together." Alistair said in that same, semi-cheerful tone he had a moment ago.
How in the makers name he could say that? Good Thing? If it weren't for this damnable blight, maybe Howe wouldn't have attempted to attack the castle! If it weren't for the BLIGHT her entire army would still have been within a hop, skip and a jump from castle Highever.
His men wouldn't have stood a chance against the might of the army her father had assembled.
Before she could say a thing though, Drevok responded to Alistair's quip. "I know exactly what you mean!" Drevok said with sarcastic enthusiasm. Diana couldn't help but sigh and wonder, what in the world she got herself into. A man with a strange accent who acts like Barky, a sarcastic clown who looks just like Calin in many ways… huh maybe he could make a fortune at the brothel… what was it's name again… for a place that Diana once frequented whenever she could sneak away from her papa during trips to Denerim, it was odd that she could never remember the place. Regardless, Diana was for the first time since she met Drevok, unable to come up with anything to ask, or anything to say… except for the things that she couldn't say… not in public, at least.
"Maybe we should get on with whatever thid joining thing is." Diana said, not wanting those two to talk much more than they already had. She was concerned that if she let them talk more, she would end up putting her sword thru their thick skulls.