A/N: in which the new warden commander is less than impressed with the state the ferelden wardens were left in upon the warden's death and the end of the fifth blight. set early in awakening, shortly after reclaiming vigil's keep
character: amelia andras
pairing: none
Amelia began her first full day in Ferelden much like she would've back in Orlais.
After pulling her hair into a tight bun and changing into her Warden's robes, she headed straight to the dining hall, where she had only a lightly buttered roll and some fruit for breakfast. As she ate, she scribbled down her early-morning thoughts in a worn journal; here in Vigil's Keep, she had little need for secrecy.
Unlike back home, no one could read the elegant Orlesian words, and there weren't too many Wardens around to be peeking over her shoulder, anyway.
So as Amelia took an experimental bite of an apple – mildly surprised that it tasted normal – she dipped her quill into her inkwell and began to jot down a quick review of the day before.
The darkspawn presence at the Keep is troubling; there might be more – must investigate.
So far, there's two new recruits. The mage seems promising – I don't like his attitude, grimacing, Amelia crossed out attitude and continued, demeanor. Regardless, he's good at what he does. Healing. Also, fire, she noted.
It's a shame about the dwarf. I now find myself wishing I'd taken his offer, despite his many shortcomings.
The second recruit holds promise. I've yet to see his skills for myself, but his family name seems to bear some weight. He, along with the mage, will accompany me into the city today.
I also was fortunate enough to meet the king yesterday.
I was not impressed.
When she'd finished, Amelia snapped the book shut and tucked it back in her room before searching for Varel. "Have Anders and Nathaniel meet me out front," she ordered. "I'd like to address these rumors as quickly as I can."