A/N: Another fantastic prompt, this time from gamer072196. I've been waiting for an excuse to write something like this, but dialogue with lots of people is so hard.

There's probably too much set-up here, but I needed a reason for all the Wardens to be stuck together, and the Eluvian was a convenient excuse. And in case it's not totally clear, Abby romanced Zevran but married Alistair. I think all the Wardens here have been used in my stories before, but I'm not certain.

Prompt: Have all your favorite Wardens get stuck in a room together with little to do. Will they become friends, kill each other, or a mix of both?

"What is it to be? Are you going to let me go, then?"

Abigail glanced at the swirling Eluvian, then back at Morrigan. "Let you go?" she spat. "After that god-child stunt? I don't think so." Before the mage could react, Abigail pulled out one of daggers and sank it deep into Morrigan's stomach, never breaking eye contact. Leaning forward, she whispered, "Now we're even."

She pulled her dagger free, and Morrigan stumbled backwards. As she disappeared through the mirror, Abigail sheathed her dagger. Her hand had barely left the hilt when the blast hit her, and she was knocked unconscious.

"Are you okay?"

"Ungh. What?" Abby sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes as they readjusted to the bright lights. Through her pained squint, she was able to make out the familiar warm tones of her bedroom in the palace. Oddly enough, she seemed to be on the floor. "Alistair?"

"Yes. Um, you-I thought you went after Morrigan? When did you get back?"

Waving off his questions, Abby pulled herself to her feet and asked, "Where's Zevran?"

"Ah-uh..." Rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously, Alistair just shrugged. "But there's something... else. Something more important."

"Right," Abby sighed. "Take me there. Then go find Zevran. I need a massage."

Alistair mumbled something that Abby took as a yes, then led her out of the royal chambers and into the sitting room down the hall. He stopped right outside the door. "Just... ask them to introduce themselves, and see if you can make any sense of it. I'll just be... not in there."

As he took off down the hall, Abby called out a reminder to find Zevran, then stepped inside the sitting room to find several unfamiliar faces staring up at her. "Hello," she began, wondering what the deal was. "So, I was told to get introductions from all of you." She turned to the woman on her left and nodded to prompt her to begin.

She sighed, and Abby got the feeling they'd been through this more than once. "Mara Aeducan, queen of Orzammar and former Grey Warden. Last time I was here, Anora ruled beside Alistiar." She crossed her arms and looked expectantly at the man next to her.

"Lukas Amell," he introduced with a bow. "Handsome apostate and daring Grey Warden."

The woman to his left covered her face with her hands. "Olivia Amell," she mumbled, "of no relation. Alistair and I are Grey Wardens."

Next was another dwarf. "Talia Brosca. I'm dead," she shrugged. "You know - the whole Archdemon thing."

"Kielle Tabris," the elf beside her stated. "I was given the power to represent the Alienage in court, and now I'm being told that position doesn't exist."

"And I was promised that land would be given to the Dalish." Another elf, seated near Kielle, glared at Abby. "I knew it wouldn't be honored."

"That's Theron Mahariel," Talia offered. "He doesn't like humans."

"I have no reason to."

"None of us do," Kielle snapped.

"Just-just shut up," Abby ordered, her shoulders tensing. "So you're all Grey Wardens?" All six faces nodded in unison, and Abby groaned. "How?"

Mara took a step forward, drawing all attention to her. "It's impossible. This brand," she snarled, pointing at Talia, "claims to be the criminal that I personally ordered the execution of. I know for a fact that she did not survive, much less join the ranks of the Warden."

"Hey!" Talia crossed her arms. "And how do you think I felt when I learned that Alistair is apparently married to three other women? I mean, I knew it was inevitable when I made him king, but by the Stone - you think he would've at least told me." Turning to Mara, she added, "And I didn't survive, sweetheart. Last I knew, I was dead."

Mara began to respond, but Theron cut her off. "And how is it that you claim to rule the dwarves? I was there only a few months ago, and I personally saw Harrowmont take the throne."

Lukas' voice rose above theirs. "And what about all of you who claimed that you Annulled the Circle? Isn't that more important than who wears that ridiculous crown?"

"It was chaos!" Theron insisted. "The mages deserved no less."

"And your people deserved to be eaten by werewolves, but I didn't let that happen."

Just as Abby was ready to walk out and wait to see who survived longest in the room, she heard Zevran's voice. Too late, she realized she should probably tell him to stay out, and when he poked his head in the door, a chorus of confused, elated, and enraged Zevrans rang out. He gave a nervous chuckle and glanced down at Abby for an explanation - she had none - then stepped outside, pulling Abby with him.

She shut the door and collapsed into his arms, mumbling, "I don't want to talk about it."

Talia, Lukas, and Theron had moved to congregate in front of the fire; once their discussion had moved away from blaming each other to the three of them blaming others, they'd gotten along well enough. Olivia and Kielle sat in the armchairs facing each other, carrying a light conversation that had begun with Anora's absence and had drifted to the extravagant food at the palace. Mara stood alone, leaning against a side table and eyeing the door.

"I know!" Talia exclaimed, throwing her hands up before leaning forward again. "The first time we went down to Dust Town, Alistair thought I was kidding when I said everyone out on the street was homeless. I mean, we dwarves love the Stone, but not so much that we willingly cover ourselves in it and sleep in it."

Theron folded his hands thoughtfully. "Morrigan understood, I think, when we visited the Dalish."

"I just-how hard is it, really, to understand?" Lukas asked. "We don't prefer to be beaten, no. Or taken from our families."

From across the room, Kielle rolled her eyes. "For all they complain, they've done nothing to improve the lives of those they've left behind. Sitting here, feasting on-what was it?"

Assuming she meant what they'd just been discussing, Olivia offered, "Crepes?"

"Yes! I realize an Alienage or the Circle couldn't be fed with crepes, but they could do something."

"Well," Olivia defended, "the Circle was relatively easy to help. There are complications, sure, but it's easier than a portion of a city or an entire people."

Kielle muttered something under her breath, crossing her arms. "It doesn't matter. I was able to give my people a voice - that isn't much help by itself, but it's the first step towards the elves being treated as equals. They could be the voice of their people. They could lead them if they wished."

Olivia didn't get a chance to respond; the door swung open, revealing a very overwhelmed looking Eamon. "Maker, he wasn't joking."

He was followed by Abby, with both Zevran and Alistair in tow. "Glad you're all still here," Abby announced. "Since you're all apparently Wardens, you all get to go play Warden. Pack up your stuff - we're taking a field trip to Amaranthine."