Ambush
Elaine tried to tell herself that the lure of city comforts hadn't affected her decision to head toward Denerim first, but as she squatted behind a tree and tried for the hundredth time not to be embarrassed by having to attend to her natural functions mere yards away from a collection of relative strangers, she admitted that she would do nearly anything for an indoor privy just about now.
Plus they were taking a path through the Brecilian Forest, so with any luck they would find the Dalish and recruit them to help against the Blight. Elaine scoffed at her own optimism. Nothing had been that easy thus far. What were the chances they would just stumble upon a Dalish clan? Next to none.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Dinadan's bark followed by a series of alarmed shouts, then silence. As quickly as she could, she stood and pulled up her leather leggings, then drew the dagger from her belt. Cautiously, she walked back to the camp where she found a small party of Dalish elves aiming their drawn bows at her companions.
Well, she thought, perhaps luck was finally on their side.