A Brief Stop Chapter 8 (For lack of a better title) Its kinda crappy but I got stuck. soo whatever

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The humans had been bickering between themselves since the arl woke from his poison induced coma.
She barely heard a word they had spoken though as her thoughts were elsewhere. Human dealings
didn't concern her, her thoughts were on the darkspawn.

"I think we need to consider putting Alistair forward as heir" This jarred her from her thoughts and she
looked at the Arl.

"Alistair as king? Truly? Why not hand Fereldan to the darkspawn now." Nahalanee couldn't help but
chuckle at Morrigan's words, always the charmer she thought to herself.

Alistair and the arl began arguing over his decision, Nahalanee began to tune it out but once again the
Arl's word caught her ear.

"...and since we are going to put him forth as heir, I think it wise he stay at the castle with myself and
the Bann. We cannot risk..."

Alistair and Nahalanee both cut in together
"Andraste's ass I will!"
"Ancestors great hairy arses he will!"

They looked at each other for a moment, then laughed. They couldn't help it.

"We cannot risk losing him. He is vital to our plans."

"You plans be damned, I don't care if you put a bronto on the throne, but Alistair is a Grey Warden,
and until the blight is over he will remain a Grey warden."

"We need him to unite the armies. He is of Therin blood, without him there will be civil war and no
army to fight the darkspawn."

"If all we needed was him, what the hell did I waste my time curing you for?"

From behind her she heard Sten mumble something that sounded like an agreement.

"Listen Warden.." Teagan started but Nahalanee waved a hand silencing him.

"No you listen, human. I'll not leave Alistair here to be coddled like some mushroom growers
dimwitted wife. You're right Fereldan does needs Alistair, but they need him as a Warden not some
coddled little bastard prince." She was all but yelling by this time.

The sound of plate clad footfalls as Ser Perth and several guards entered the room behind them was not
lost on her, but she kept glaring at the men before her.

"He stays with me, and he will be a better king for it, IF that is what HE wants." everyone fell silent
v and the tension in the room was growing. Finally she sighed. "We leave first thing in the morning for
Orzammar." She turned and left the room before anyone could say another word. They had planned on
a day or two to resupply and rest, but she quickly decided not to give them the opportunity to argue
further.

She shook her head as she entered her room, humans.

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"Come on my prince, we are going to be late!" She grinned as she watched Alistair run up.

"sorry Eamon wanted to talk me out of leaving, and don't call me that!" He sighed and looked around.
"Where is Bodan?"

"He said he wanted to return to Denerim to do some trading and will meet up with us near the brecilian
forest in a couple weeks. He had no desire to return to Orzammar in fear of losing his head." She
laughed without humor. She knew all to well the dangers of returning to Orzammar for the both of
them and had fully understood why he didn't want to return.

"I had Sandal do a little work on your blade and shield, they are over there." She pointed at his gear
and went to double checking her own pack.

Alistair picked up the blade and smiled as he slid his fingers over the runes, he could feel a warmth
radiating from several of them while others felt cool.

"Fire and ice." Nahalanee mumbled as she saw the questioning look on his face. "Trust me you will
like it. Now lets go, your majesty." She grinned as she saw the sour look cross his face.

"Alistair, Morrigan, Trian, your with me. Sten, Lel and Zev you guys watch our arses." She said as
she shouldered her pack. She always kept them in two separate groups, never out of sight but never to
close.

"Oh to be sure, my dear warden." Zevran purred behind her. She stumbled over a rock and blushed
slightly, then shook her head as they walked down the road. Sometimes she hated that elf.