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~This is based on an 'all origins' background.~
Rescue Aid Society (The Rescuers) – The Wardens
Morrigan couldn't believe it. She knew that the ragtag group of Wardens with which she travelled were, on the whole, a generous lot – if you discounted Brosca's pickpocketing habit or Mahariel's occasional xenophobia – but this?
It had been Cousland's idea. Of course it had been. Lady Chivalry, as Oghren called her sarcastically. "It's just so we can help people," she had reasoned, "Without blowing our cover as Wardens!" Foolish wench, thought Morrigan, disgustedly.
"And what, pray tell, are you intending to name this… charity?" she'd asked, sneeringly.
"The Rescue Society!" that foppish elven mage had shouted.
And that had been that.
And now, they were in Denerim, of all places – advertising.
"R-E-S-C-U-E!" the chanted, Brosca's face crinkling slightly as he counted the letters on his thick fingers. "Rescue Aid Society!Heads held high, touch the sky – you mean everything to me." Amell winked roguishly at a passing market girl. Morrigan fumed from the shadows. She had travelled with them to see Denerim, not to take part in such idiocy. Why did they not just wave a banner above their heads reading 'Here we are'?
"In a fix? In a bind?" Amell asked the girl as she blushed.
"Call on us anytime!" cheered Brosca, grinning widely and waving his axe before Tabris took it from him hastily.
"We'll appear from nowhere," boasted Mahariel, her vallaslin earning intrigued looks from passers-by.
"Mighty are we!" they chorused, together. "R-E-S-C-U-E!Rescue Aid Society!Honesty, loyalty, we pledge to thee!"
Morrigan had to put a stop to this. There were several names and 'problems' on the list in front of Cousland already. But then they broke into that infuriating song again.
"R-E-S-C-U-E,Rescue Aid Society!Heads held high, touch the sky, you mean everything to me."
"In a jam, in a scrape?" chimed in Aeducan, her gaze flickering occasionally to the dwarf merchant in the market.
"And you think, "no escape"?" shrugged Surana, smiling flirtatiously as a young man approached the table. Morrigan sighed. Why he insisted on 'testing' every young male they came across, Morrigan would never know.
"Do not fear, we'll be here!" promised Cousland, her face creased in earnest as she shook the young man's hand, nodding.
"Courageous are we!" they shouted, smiling widely at each other. "R-E-S-C-U-E!Rescue Aid Society!"
Morrigan felt herself going mad.
"Heads held high, touch the sky!Our hearts we pledge to thee!"
Morrigan refused to speak to Amell that evening, let alone invite him to her tent. And of course, they had spent the next few weeks doing pointless, ridiculous jobs for little coin.
She was looking forward to meeting the Archdemon. Mother had better have been right, after all this.
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