Warden POV:
When Morrigan regains consciousness she has a small smile on her face. I briefly break away my focus and turn it towards the mages. Wynne is standing above Connor and nodding at me. I can't contain a small smile. Morrigan did it. She really did it. Now we can get on with the 'allies' part and go kick some ass. Isolde pushes her way through the throng of mages to collapse on her son in a sobbing heap. I try not to retch at the reaction. I give the mother and son a few minutes while the mages clean up. Then, when the mages are gone and the boy sent to bed, I get to work by clapping my hand and getting everyone's attention. Isolde, a man I don't know, and my entire group surrounds me. I instantly begin verbally attacking Isolde.
"So, can we have our soldiers and get started on killing the Blight? I DID spare your son, go out of my way to get the mages, and risk one of my closest friends to free your boy from a demon he himself summoned.". Isolde looks absolutely beaten as her lips quivers. The woman offers up a lame excuse.
"Only my husband can rally the soldiers, and he's still bedridden.". The man I don't know steps forward and stands before Isolde. Given the resemblance, I'm assuming they're brother and sister. The man stands up straight, but his eyes are downcast as he begs yet another favor of me.
"Please, we need to save my brother Arl Eamon.". Well, my guess was wrong unless Eamon married his sister. I've had enough of running around doing things for other people, so I try to put an end to this.
"No. Eamon will be healed after the Blight is dealt with.". Isolde lets out another of her famous wails and the man I don't know keeps talking.
"Please! I beg of you! He can't make it till the end of the Blight!". I cross my arms, raise one hand at the man, make my best 'disgusted' face, and ask him a question.
"Who the fuck are you?". He pales and stutters his name out.
"T-Teagan, your h-". He was about to say 'highness' for some reason, but I ignore that fact. I drop my arms to my sides, strut forward, and don't stop until we're chest-to-chest. My thick, metal breastplate rubs against his thin robes of silk. I shove my helm up against his bare face. I make sure he can see my eyes through the slits in my helm. He begins shaking and I snarl an end to the argument.
"No. Eamon will have to make due with what he's got. I'm not going on another pointless errand.". Teagan is a fool and tries to straighten his spine. It pushes his face against the cold, unyielding metal of my helmet. The man still manages to work up a little courage. Unfortunately, he decides to threaten me.
"If Eamon dies, then I will become Arl of Redcliffe. When I'm Arl I'll yank all of the support Redcliffe gives you, then encourage the other royalty of Ferelden to do the same. The Wardens will stand without humans allies.". Human allies don't matter in the slightest to me, so I go ahead and show Teagan what I think of him. My fist cracks into the side of his jaw and Teagan collapses like a sack of stones. Isolde screams as I step a few feet backwards to avoid the falling body of Teagan. Isolde moves to clutch her brother-in-law. A low, feral growl from beneath my helmet causes the woman to jerk backwards. Alistair is the next to incur my anger.
"Tabris!". I flip towards him and he flinches, but begins talking.
"I think it would be in our best interest to help the Arl.". I don't snap and growl, so the man has enough courage to continue speaking to me.
"More troops will help in the final fight, and royal allies will be able to reward all of us after the Blight is taken care of.". I chew my lip and ask a simple question that makes Alistair pause.
"Will the queen recognize what we did for her kingdom?". I know it's a hard question to answer. Loghain is currently using his daughter as a puppet. Loghain, obviously, won't recognize what the Wardens will do for the kingdom. If we were to remove Loghain, then there's still nothing saying that Anora won't turn on the Wardens for removing her father from power. Finally, Alistair manages to work up an answer.
"I don't know for certain, but I can assure you that eventually the Wardens will be recognized by the king or queen of Ferelden. Even if it takes a few years.". I don't like the idea of waiting years for a reward I should get right after the act I committed, but I suppose it depends on the reward. I ask Isolde the next question since she knows more about royalty and the workings of politics in this country.
"If the queen asks me for a boon, could I ask for the lives of the city elves in Denerim to be improved?". Isolde looks at me with a blank expression. For a moment, I fear she hasn't heard me or is too afraid to answer. Finally, the woman comes up with something and answers me.
"You could. There's no certainty you'll get what you ask for, but it also depends on how grateful the queen is towards you.". She falls silent, but adds onto her sentence as an afterthought. Although, it might also be an attempt to bribe me into saving her husband.
"Even if the queen doesn't recognize what you've done; Redcliffe will begin treating any elves that decide to live in the rebuilt city as equals to human.". I nod in satisfaction. I'm not the fearless rebel I was when I left Denerim. That girl would have ridden her horse away from Ostagar straight to the Dalish without Alistair or Morrigan at her side. My fire of hatred has been quelled by Leliana and Morrigan. Now I'm a woman who has to work alongside humans for her own benefit and pleasure. That doesn't mean I don't work for the elves; I just work for them in different ways. I think improving their lives in a meaningful way is a good start. Even if it's just in Redcliffe or Denerim. I turn my attention fully towards Isolde and tell her what I'm going to do.
"I'll heal your husband. What exactly is wrong with him?". The woman steps forward closer to me (stepping over her brother-in-law) and tells me exactly what happened.
"Eamon was poisoned! It's strong enough to have killed him; only the demon Connor summoned was keeping him alive. Now that the demon's gone I fear how long he'll live. The mage the circle took away was responsible.". I sigh and take off my helmet in order to run my fingers through my sweaty hair. I tell the woman exactly what I want to know.
"Just tell me where to get an antidote.". Isolde bites her lip before telling me something impossible. I have to refrain myself from openly rolling my eyes when she tries to tell me what I need to do.
"The Urn of Sacred ashes holds the ashes of Andraste herself, and it's said to cure any ailment. I fear it's the only thing to save my husband now.". Already, I envision the Arl dying while I'm 'looking' for the mythical ashes. Oh well, the woman will still give me what I want as long as I try. Hell, now I'll have some free time to get Morrigan's book for her. I nod like I believe her and try to get her to keep spouting off nonsense.
"Alright, I'll go get these magical ashes to save your husband.". Her eyes light up and a smile crosses her face. Damned pretty woman. If I wasn't with Leliana, then I might have tried to bed her after her husband died. Alright, I would've have because I still wouldn't have confidence in myself in a sexual way (and, I'd be a virgin if not for Leliana). But I still might have fantasized about her. I can easily tell why the woman's so happy with me. I saved her son, and now it looks like I might save her husband. I won't, but it'll look like that.
"Now, where are this woman's ashes?". Isolde's face falls and I can tell she didn't imagine she'd get this far. The woman chews on her lip for a moment before coming up with something.
"There's a scholar in Denerim! He claims to know where the ashes are! Go find him, then he'll lead you to the ashes!". I'm not going to argue with how vague her directions are or how unlikely it is that I'll be able to save her husband. Instead, I bow and give Isolde some more false hope.
"I'll find the cure to your husband's poisoning.". Isolde breaks down into happy tears. I allow the woman to hug me, then back away and motion towards Teagan.
"You'd best see to your friend. I'll gather my team and we'll head out.". Isolde bows to me and my elven pride strokes itself. As she tends to Teagan, I leave with everyone in my group trailing after me. I stop in the courtyard and motion for everyone to get around me. Everyone forms a rough circle and I tell them the plan.
"Alright, one team needs to go to Denerim and try to find the man. I'll take another team into the Kocari Wilds.". Morrigan interrupts me.
"'Korcari Wilds', not 'Kocari'.". I sigh and correct myself.
"Fine. I'll take another team to the Korcari Wilds to finish some personal business. So, obviously Duncan and Leliana are going with me.". My dog barks and my lover nods.
"Alistair, you're a complete failure and I can't trust you to do anything, so you have to go to Denerim to get out of my way. Now,". I turn towards Wynne and Morrigan.
"I love both of you, but one of you needs to go to take care of Alistair.". Morrigan meets my eyes. She nods once to show me she understands what I'm going to do. Everyone besides me (even Duncan) looks shocked when the dark witch speaks up.
"I shall go with Alistair to make sure he doesn't stub his toe, get an infection, and die.". I nod as the woman goes over to stand by the warrior. Alistair looks confused, but doesn't question it. I wrap up the 'meeting' by reminding everyone what we're going to do. I point at Morrigan and Alistair first.
"You two will take the northern entrance and go camp outside of Denerim to wait for me.". I point towards Wynne, Leliana, and Duncan.
"You three follow me.". Alistair nods and Morrigan mimics his reaction, then begins pulling the man away by the arm. I watch the two go before turning back to my group.
"Everyone set for the trip?". Duncan barks while my human companions nod. I lead my group through the slowly rebuilding village, dodging through working men and avoiding animals used for labor. On the way, I stop by the inn to get some more drinks from the road. When I enter I notice a poor maid kneeling and cleaning up beer at the busy bar. I whistle and she rises before rushing over to me.
"What's going on?". The poor woman goes on and on about how terrible her job is. I inwardly sigh at Leliana's look of pity. I fish a few gold from my pockets and shove them into her hands. The woman squeals as I leave the inn. With my good deed behind me, I leave the steaming pile of shit called Redcliffe.