Morrigan's first impression of our "noble" Wardens.
Swooping
Morrigan
The small party catch her attention when they enter the Wilds.
There are four of them, two fair-haired and two dark. Three of them are clad in armour, but the blue of apprentice's robes - the mark of another of the Chantry's prisoners - draws her eye to the mage. The mage who is wielding a dagger, and, even Harrowed, is still in the clothes of an apprentice? She shakes her head. An... odd party, certainly.
The other fair-haired one walks with the simple confidence of one who does not know enough about danger, rather than one who is trying to be brave - stupidity, not courage. He has given up now on making the idiotic comments - attempts at conversation? - to the mage, who seems to be - very sensibly - not rising to them, her responses always short and polite enough, but with something behind them she can't quite identify. He is carrying a templar's shield - his own? Ah - a lyrium-addled idiot, then.
The darker, more lithe one is making a joke that is causing the fourth, bumbling man to turn red.
She considers helping them when the first darkspawn come, but decides against it, simply watching, unattached to the situation, trying to form her own theories about why they are there.
The mage (and seeing her fight, it is certain that she is a mage) uses a combination of spells and her dagger. The spells she weaves together as if she was born with the ability - and, indeed, she was; her dagger she uses more clumsily, but there is potential there that training can hone.
She thinks the fool notices this, too; after trying twice to correct her while they fight off the tainted creatures, he finally becomes exasperated. "For Maker's sake, not like that!"
The mage turns to glare at him, a fireball from her outstretched hands turning a hurlock to ash. Morrigan hates to admit it, but she is impressed. "How would you use it, then?" It is the first time the mage has spoken to the fool and shown feeling in her words.
He takes the dagger from her, seeming truly angry - and perhaps a little hurt - for the first time, handing her his sword - which she is too surprised not to take - and quickly dispatches three darkspawn, his movements swifter and more brutal, swapping their weapons around again afterwards. "Like that," he says, simply. He turns back to the other two recruits, giving them what no-one could honestly call a smile. "More tainted creatures and threats of death? Anyone? No takers. Why am I not surprised?" He strides onwards, the other three rushing to keep up with him.
Morrigan follows, unseen.