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Storm Front

There was a rapid knock on her door, bringing Lisha out of a restless sleep. She hadn't even realized she had fallen asleep. She had only decided to lay down, close her burning eyes. She hadn't intended to drift, but as the knocking stirred her awake, she could start to feel how horrible her body felt and how much she wanted to go back to sleep.
“Hang on... I'm coming,” she said groggily as she pushed herself to a sitting position. Lisha rubbed her eyes. They still burned. Before she went to answer the door, she checked in the small mirror on the wall to see if they were still red. They were, but one could probably guess it was from her being so tired and not because she had been crying.
“Yes? What is it, Sergeant?” Lisha asked, opening the door to Maverlies.
“Commander, I'm sorry if I woke you,” Maverlies bowed. “But Seneschal Varel is requesting that you come to the throne room immediately.”
“What's the problem?”
“The nobles are requesting a war council. Many of them are here right now, waiting for you.”
“Elgar'nan!” Lisha cursed under her breath. “Why am I just learning about this now?”
“The Seneschal sends his apologizes. He would have told you about it sooner, but the nobles have just now come here, unannounced.”
“Wonderful. Alright, let me... get ready and gather my Wardens. Go tell Varel I'm on my way.”
“As you wish, Commander.” Maverlies bowed to her once more. “Oh! And I nearly forgot. There was another thing we found in the cellars that I thought you would want to take a look at.”
Lisha raised an eyebrow at her. “What did you find?”
“This ring. I'm not exactly sure, but I think it's made of lyrium.” She pulled out a ring from her pocket and handed it to Lisha. “It could be useful to one of your mages. Or it could be worth some good coin.”
“Or it could be just a ring.” Lisha examined it, seeing that it was a deep blue color. It could have been made of lyrium, but she wasn't sure. “But I'll see if Anders or Velanna could have a use for it. Thank you, Sergeant.”
“You're welcome, Commander.”
As Maverlies departed, Lisha went back into her room to make herself more presentable. If she was going to have to deal with nobles again, she wanted to make sure she didn't look like she had just crawled out of bed. When she thought herself good enough, Lisha first went into Arawin's room where she found both Arawin and Zevran lying on the bed, talking.
“I see you two are doing much better.”
“Very,” Arawin smiled. “I think I'm ready to start taking over now, if you don't mind.”
“Actually, I do. You're not ready yet, Iell. You still need your rest. And I'm assuming you're still having after pains?”
“Well... How do you know?”
“Have you forgotten I've had a baby before? Plus I've been the midwife to several Dalish mothers. Don't think you can fool me, Iell.”
Arawin heaved as she lend back on the bed frame. “I'm sick of laying here in this bed already! I'm ready for some action now!”
“I'll give you your position back soon, but right now, I think it is best I deal with the situation at hand. Once I'm done and once I deem you ready, then you can take up your rightful place as commander.”
“This is so unfair.”
“Three days, Iell. Give me three days.”
“Three sodding days!” Arawin stared at her horrified. “You want to kill me, don't you?” This made Zevran laugh.
“Yes. Now, seeing as you are fine for the moment, I came here to also tell you that the nobles are requesting a war council. I'm not permitting you to come, but if Zevran would like to come in your steed, he can.”
“Oh! So I am allowed to attend this meeting?” Zevran asked, sounding excited.
“It's not a Grey Warden meeting, so yes, you can come.”
“Damn it! This is...” Arawin growled, not being able to find the right words.
“Don't worry, Amora,” Zevran chuckled. “I'll make sure your voice is heard.”
“You better! I want these nobles to know they can't mess with me. I do not take bullshit!”
“And neither do I,” said Lisha. “Now, Ion, if you are coming, get dressed and meet me in the throne room. I need to go and gather the rest of my Wardens.”
Lisha could still hear Arawin complaining as she made her way down the hall. It made Lisha chuckle, glad to hear that Arawin was at least getting back to her normal self. If things hadn't have happened like they did, then Lisha probably would have given Arawin the commander title back right away. But then again, Arawin might not have wanted it just yet, as she would have been dotting over a new bundle of joy.
She found most of her Wardens in their rooms, sleeping just as she had been doing. Velanna nearly cussed her out when she was awoke, but stopped when she realized it was Lisha. She apologized and went on her way. It only made Lisha shake her head, knowing how she felt. Sigrun was less hostile, but not very excited to learn that something was going on that needed her present. Oghren wasn't asleep, but drunk as can be. He wobbled past Lisha, making her wonder if it was smart to have him come. Damien and Zelda were easy enough to get up and have them prepare to come to the council. Zelda knew immediately what needed to be done, and jumped out of bed. As a request, Lisha asked if she could find Nathaniel and tell him about the council. Zelda agreed.
Damien was with Keenan, and Lisha realized as Damien got ready, that he had told Keenan about Nida. Keenan looked devastated as he laid in the bed, holding a pillow in front of him. Neither of them said anything. Lisha hoped this wouldn't be a set back. Keenan had been doing so well.
When Lisha left their room, there were only three more Wardens she had to find. She wasn't exactly sure where Justice was staying. She thought to check Kristoff's old room, thinking he may be staying in there, but found he wasn't within. She wasn't sure where to look next, nor was she sure where to look for Dayno. She didn't even know if she wanted to find him.
As she came up to Anders's room, Lisha found the door was open and heard inside that both the mage and spirit were within. That helped because she didn't have to go looking all over the keep for Justice, at least. But the conversation she was overhearing didn't sound very good to her.
“Why do you not strike a blow against your oppressors?” Justice asked, his tone sounding firm. “Ensure that they cannot do this to anyone else!”
“I don't because it's difficult,” said Anders. Lisha made her way to the door, seeing inside that Anders was getting annoyed. “Have you not seen how large the Chantry is?”
“Apathy is a weakness.”
“So is death. I'm just saying.”
“But you have a responsibility to your fellow mages!” Justice nearly yelled. “You know of the injustice they suffer. With your freedom, you must act to help them.”
“Or I could just mind my own business, like you should be doing.” Anders went over to his desk and began gathering several parchments and books. Justice followed him over.
“But you have an obligation. You need to use what you have to help those who cannot help themselves.”
Anders moaned as he rubbed his face. “Please stop. I did not bring you here to lecture me on 'my duty' to my fellow mages.”
“It is your duty. Just as you have an obligation to heal those who need you, you must also help free those who are oppressed by this grievous injustice!”
“Justice, I appreciate your help,” Anders said slamming down the books on the desk. “But that's all I really want from you.”
“Mage, I implore you!”
“Ah hem.” Justice stopped whatever rant he was about to start and both he and Anders looked over at Lisha in the doorway.
“Oh, Commander!” Anders said, sounding relieved to see her. “Thank the Maker.”
“Are you two having fun in here?”
“We are having a discussion of utter importance,” Justice answered. “I believe that--”
“I heard,” Lisha cut him off. “Listen, something is happening, and I need both of you in the throne room. Everyone else should already be there.”
“Right, Commander, I'm on my way.” Anders made his way out the door, eager to get away. Justice still stood in the room, staring at Lisha peculiarly.
“Did you want something, Justice?” Lisha asked, seeing how he was staring at her.
“I hear something on you. Something... singing beautifully.”
“Um, I'm not sure what you're talking about.”
“Do you have lyrium on you?”
“Oh. I might.” Lisha pulled out the ring Maverlies had given to her. “Is this made of lyrium?”
“Yes, that's it!” Justice made his way to her front. “May I see it?”
“Sure. Here.”
“This is... pure lyrium,” Justice mused as he examined the ring. “Of all the things I have seen in this world, this is the most precious.”
“Really? Isn't there lyrium in the Fade?”
“The version of lyrium that mortals dream of in the Fade... it is not the same as this. Here, it sings. The sound is something only a spirit could hear, but it summons an ache I didn't know I had.”
“An ache for what?”
“I... it's hard to describe, especially to a mortal like you. You are no mage, and thus have no interest in lyrium. I would like to have this, if I may.”
“If you wish, you may. It's not going to hurt you, is it?”
“I don't think so,” Justice said as he slipped the ring on. “Kristoff's body is dead, even though it can still feel pain as I learned with the mage, Anders.”
“Yes, I was going to ask you what the two of you were doing,” said Lisha.
“He wanted me to help him with his research on spinal reattachment. Kristoff's spine is not severed, but the fact I am able to feel pain in a dead body intrigued him.”
“That's all fine and good,” Lisha said slowly. “But that's not what I heard the two of you discussing when I came in.”
“Oh, that,” Justice said, taking his eyes off the ring and looking at Lisha fully. “In the midst of a few experiments, we began conversing on things that happened with him before he became a Grey Warden. He told me about the Chantry and the Circle, and how they imprison mages for being what they are. I saw it was an injustice, and encouraged him that he should do something about it.”
“That's not an easy thing to do, Justice,” Lisha stated. “The Chantry is a Thedas wide religion. There is at least one Circle in every country. What you are asking him to do is an impossibility.”
“It is not impossible. He can do it if he has the will, and I know he does. I am willing to aid him. I am willing to give the mages of this world the justice they deserve.”
“Are you speaking of justice or vengeance? Because with you, sometimes it's hard to tell.”
“Justice. I am a spirit, Commander. As a spirit, we only take on virtues. Justice is a virtue. Demons take on vises. But if vengeance is what Anders needs in order to do what needs to be done, then I will give him that.”
Lisha raised an eyebrow at him. What was he planning? Did he already have an idea about what he was going to do? Bringing down the Chantry wasn't going to be an easy task. Not like killing the darkspawn in order to avenge Kristoff. “Whatever you are thinking, Justice, I want you to stop right now. From what I heard, Anders doesn't want to have any part of it, so leave him be.”
“I can't help it if I see an injustice and wish to correct it, Commander. Especially if there is something I can do about it.”
“There is nothing you can do about it. And you cannot solve every injustice you come across. There are too many in this world. It would be an impossible task.”
“Maybe to a mortal who's life in this world is limited.”
“Or how about to a spirit who resides in a corpse that is rotting away underneath him? Kristoff's body will not last forever.”
“That is... wise.” Justice looked away from her. “I still must try.”
Lisha shook her head, knowing there was probably nothing she could do to talk some sense into him. He was a spirit, after all. A spirit of justice. She just hoped Anders kept his sense. “Just focus on avenging Kristoff. That should be your main goal at the moment.”
“Yes, the darkspawn do call my immediate attention. I will focus solely on that, Commander. But once it is finished, the mages will have their vengeance.”
“Be careful what you say,” Lisha said narrowing her eyes. “Justice may be a virtue, but vengeance is a vise.” With that, she turned and left the room, not wanting to discuss it with him anymore.
***
She couldn't find Dayno. Lisha had looked everywhere, but had found no sign of him. None of the servants had seen him, nor had any of the soldiers. No one had. She wanted to keep searching for him, but knew she was needed in the throne room. They were probably waiting for her so they could start.
When she entered the throne room, however, she was surprised to find him amongst the other Wardens. He was talking with Zelda and Zevran, looking as if nothing had happened between him and her. She wanted to go over and speak to him, make sure he was okay. Make sure they were okay. But she was stopped from going any further into the room by Varel.
“Commander, I'm glad you made it. The nobles here have gathered, and they want to know how you intend on dealing with the current darkspawn threat. Are you prepared to address them or do you need more time?”
“I would be more prepared if I had been warned,” Lisha said stern.
“Sorry, Commander. This came on suddenly. I can stall them, if you'd like.”
“No, let's get this over with.”
“As you wish, Commander.” Varel lead Lisha to the end of the room. Many of the nobles were talking amongst each other, but grew quiet once Lisha approached. “Lords and ladies,” Varel began. “The Commander of the Grey. This council shall begin.”
“Good, we've waited enough,” said a man Lisha recognized as Lord Eddelbrek. “Those who are late will just have to be filled in.”
“Lord Eddelbrek,” said Varel. “This is the warden-commander's council, not yours.”
“Yes, and I'm sorry, but we need to know what the commander plans to do. I've lost whole villages to the army—army—of darkspawn!”
“But I placed soldiers in the fields,” Lisha heaved. “Were they not enough?”
“More lives were saved I'm sure than if they were not there, but the darkspawn numbers grow everyday. More needs to be done.”
“The arling's soldiers are stretched thin as it is,” Captain Gaverel commented. “We are not going to be able to send out anymore.”
“Something still needs to be done.” Eddelbrek fixed his gaze on Lisha. All the nobles did, waiting for her answer. Lisha wasn't sure what to do. From what she knew, the soldiers were spread out as thin as they could. Amaranthine was basically being protected by its own city guard and the huge wall surrounding the city. The farms and fields were covered, but not by very much. They were too huge to protect everything. Then there was the Pilgrim's Path. No soldiers guarded it, which explained why trade was still at a standstill.
Lisha took in a deep breath, not sure what she was going to say.
“Commander! Commander!” She was saved by a servant who ran into the throne room, pushing past all the nobles who looked less than pleased.
“What is it, girl?” Varel asked.
The servant stopped in front of Lisha, out of breath. “I have a report. A darkspawn army... is within sight of Amaranthine.”
“Maker protect us,” Eddelbrek breathed. “They're attacking the city?”
Captain Garevel cursed under his breath. “This is just perfect. Amaranthine has been undermanned for weeks. She will not last long.”
“There is no way our forces can move quickly enough to get there in time,” said Varel. “Commander? Any thoughts?”
This, Lisha found, was an easy decision. “I don't want any soldiers leaving the Vigil. I and a small band of my Wardens will leave to help the city. We'll make it in time.”
“But... that's suicide!” Eddelbrek cried.
“Maybe. For anyone who is not a Grey Warden.”
“I'll go with you, Commander,” Garevel stated. “I do not fear these darkspawn.”
“If you wish, Captain. Now, who shall go with me?”
“Don't even think about leaving me here, Commander,” Sigrun said as she made her way to Lisha's side. “We'll be fighting a horde of darkspawn with almost certain death awaiting us!”
“Of course, you can some Sigrun. Don't think I'm going to deny you your death.”
“I'm already dead—I've nothing to lose.”
“Now let's see...” Lisha didn't have to think very hard on this one. She went with what she knew, and who would be the best to go with her. “Anders and Nathaniel, I'm going to need the both of you.”
“Of course, Commander,” Nathaniel bowed. “I'd very much like to go to make sure my sister makes it out of the city.”
“And I suppose you want me, Commander, because I'm just awesome?” said Anders. “Because if that's the case, then... all right. I am at your command.”
“I'm going too,” said Zelda. “I want to help protect the city.”
“Zelda, I don't think I can risk that,” Lisha said. “We don't know if your still queen or not.”
“Doesn't matter, I'm going anyway. I am no longer queen. I am a Warden who wishes to fight the darkspawn and protect the innocent.”
“Very well, then.” Lisha looked through the rest of her Wardens. “Dayno--”
“I request to stay here, Caun,” he stated.
Lisha wasn't sure what that meant. He stared at her with a straight face, his voice monotone. “If... that is what you wish... all right. The rest of you will stay here at the keep.”
“I'll make sure the Vigil's ale supple is safe,” Oghren bellowed. “Just leave a few darkspawn skulls for me to kick in.”
“I don't know why you are leaving me here,” said Justice. “But I will respect your decision.”
“This isn't the revenge you are looking for, Justice. That, I promise you, will happen later.”
“As you say, Commander. Fight nobly and die with honor.”
“Caun,” Velanna said bowing to Lisha. “May the wind be ever at your back.”
“Be careful,” said Damien. “You know Belle will not be pleased if you come back to us dead.”
“She's not pleased now,” Lisha chuckled. “If she had her way, then I know she'd be going with us.”
“Oh yes, zat I'm sure of.”
“Are you sure you don't want me to come?” asked Zevran.
“Why would you need to come, Ion?”
“Because I feel like I need to. I feel useless at the moment.”
“I'm sorry, but it's too dangerous.”
“Hang on a second,” said Zelda. “Zevran, there may be something you can do.”
“What would that be?” he asked.
“You and Dayno were able to make it here without incident, yes?”
“We were. I made sure to go as fast as possible to get here after I heard about Arawin.”
“Do you think if you go fast again, you could make it back to Denerim with a message?”
“Anything for you, my dear.”
“Then I want you to give a message to Alistair. If he is able, have him send troops to Amaranthine. They probably won't make it in time to keep the city from being attacked, but they can at least help against the darkspawn, and later the rest of the arling.”
“Sure. I can do that. But what do you mean 'if he is able?'”
“If he's still king. I have no idea. If Lady Dina won the Landsmeet, and I really am no longer queen, Alistair said he would denounce his throne. I really hope he didn't. I also hope Lady Dina didn't have him executed. I haven't heard anything at all, which worries me.”
“Don't worry, Zelda, I'll get to him. And if he's in a dungeon, I'll get him out.” Zevran nodded and Zelda felt relieved, knowing Zevran could do it. “Oh, and this Lady Dina... has she been giving you trouble?”
“Yes. Horrible trouble!” Zelda heaved. “I'm no longer queen because of her.”
“Would you like for me to take care of her?”
Zelda thought about it, liking the idea. “Maybe... No, or at least not right now. Just give the message to Alistair and do what you can.”
“I'll be on my way, then. Lisha, if you don't mind.”
“Go, Ion.”
“I'll just go tell Arawin first what is going on. She'll hate me for leaving again, but it's what needs to be done.”
“Right.” Lisha looked to the Wardens who would be going with her. “We should start heading out ourselves. If the darkspawn are in sight of the city, then I'm sure they will get there before we do.”
“Maker protect you, Commander,” said Varel. “And those traveling with you.”
“And let the Creators guard the keep,” Lisha bowed. “Let us go, my friends. We have much ground to cover.” All the nobles bowed as she and the others passed to leave the throne room. Lisha had hoped Dayno would change his mind and come with her. She really wanted him by her side, but he still stood where he was, looking somber and unchanged.
***
It had taken them longer to get to Amaranthine than Lisha would have liked, but the road leading to the city burned. They had to stop occasionally to take care of a few straggling darkspawn, ones that had parted from the main group to wreck havoc on houses and farmholds that were on the way. When they finally reached the city, they found it to be a mess. Black smoke rose from behind the walls, the smells of death were everywhere, and screams of torment and fear could be heard.
As Lisha stared at the city in horror, a group of darkspawn flooded out from the main gate, chasing several scared citizens. She wasted no time, signaling for the others to attack as the darkspawn ran to them. They were Children, a few evolved along with a couple of regular genlocks. One Child flung itself at a woman, forcing her on the ground. It screeched, lifting its head, ready to drive its circling teeth into the woman's back. Anders released a stone fist, hitting it directly in the face and flying off the woman. She sprang back up and ran past them, getting away from the city as fast as she could.
The Children were proving just as annoying as before with their hard outer shells. Lisha and Nathaniel's arrows did nothing to them. The two archers instead focused on the genlocks as Sigrun, Zelda, Captain Garevel and Anders went after the Children. Zelda, at first, hesitated when she saw them, unsure on what they were. But she didn't hesitate for long when the others ran forward. Going after an evolved one, she slammed her shield into its chest, forcing it backwards. It squealed and started pushing on her, but Zelda kept her footing and flung her shield to the side. The Child lost its balance and fell. Zelda took the opportunity and drove Silverbrand right through its outer shell. She twisted the blade, ice forming over and ripped it out, opening the Child's guts to spill out. When it was dead, she went to help out the others, taking care of the rest in a similar manner.
“Maker's breath, what were those!” she cried.
“Those would be Children,” answered Lisha. “Darkspawn abominations and not very easy to kill.”
“Except you killed them quite easily,” Anders said to Zelda. “It's a good thing your sword has an ice enchantment on it.”
“Yeah, but I don't think that was the reason why I was able to slice through their armor so easily.” Zelda studied her blade. She had done it many times before, seeing no real differences to it, but ever since she drove it into the archdemon, she could sense there was more to the sword. “This was the blade I used to kill the archdemon.”
“Really? Wow.”
“Commander! Commander! Please, you must help me!”
Lisha turned away from the city to find several peasants running towards them. “Yes? What is it?”
“My family's in there! You must get them out!” The man looked stricken, terrified that he might have lost everything.
“I...”
“Please, calm yourselves.” Constable Aidan made his way between Lisha and them. “Warden-Commander,” he bowed. “I am glad you arrived when you did, but I fear there is little that can be done now.”
“What do you mean?” she asked. “What happened?”
“The swarm of darkspawn came on us so suddenly,” he continued. “We had no warning. They just started coming up from the sewers beneath the city. They spread pestilence and destroyed everything they touched. Then more came and started attacking the gates. We didn't have enough men to defend against them. Warden-Commander, I'm sorry but... it's too late. Amaranthine is lost.”
“The city is not lost, Constable,” said Zelda. “I saw far worse in Denerim during the Blight.”
“Your Majesty,” the constable bowed. “Please forgive me, but... Amaranthine is much smaller than Denerim and can only take so much. The buildings may remain, but there are few to no survivors. The corruption they spread is so... virulent. At least a quarter of the city succumbed within hours!”
“That part is true, Zelda,” said Lisha. “Do you not feel it? The darkspawn are different, and their taint is foul.”
“I can feel. I was unsure what it meant, but their taint does feel alien.” Zelda sighed as she stared at the city. “I still say it is not lost, though.”
“Constable!” A guard came running, stopping next to the constable and pointing down the road. “There is a darkspawn approaching! Alone.” Everyone turned to see a lone darkspawn making his way up the path. His hands were up, holding them above his head.
“Men, take him down!” the constable commended.
“Wait! Peace!” the darkspawn spoke. “Do not be killing. Only talk. The Architect has a message for the commander.”
“They do speak,” Zelda said softly, her eyes budging.
“Stand down, Constable,” Lisha said, raising her hand.
“As you wish, Commander.” Constable Aidan gestured for his men to back away. They did so, but still kept their weapons at the ready just in case.
Lisha then made her way to stand in front of the Disciple, acting not afraid. “Speak, darkspawn.”
“I am the Messenger, here to tell Grey Wardens. The Mother's army, it marches to Vigil's Keep. She attacks now! The Architect, he sends me to warn you. You must save the keep, then finish the Mother in her lair!”
“What? Vigil's Keep is being attacked?” Lisha stared at the Messanger stumped. “Why?”
“The Grey Wardens are valuable to the Architect,” the Messenger continued. “The Mother, she knows this.”
“So why were you sent to warn us?”
“The Architect wishes to have the Grey Wardens' trust. He does not wish to see the Mother succeed.”
“Commander, I suggest that we leave immediately,” said Captain Garevel. “If we leave now, we'll be able to make it to the Vigil before the darkspawn army does.”
“But what do you plan on doing about the darkspawn here?” Constable Aidan asked. “What shall happen to the city?”
Lisha turned back to the city. She could feel the corruption all over it, hear the screams from within. “We can't just let these darkspawn take the city for their own. And if the constable says the city can't be saved, then we should burn it.”
“No, you cannot say that!” Zelda yelled. “The city can still be saved.”
“Zelda, you may have fought darkspawn during the Blight and killed the archdemon, but these darkspawn are different. They're tougher, smarter, and their corruption works faster. The city it rank with it!”
“Then you and the others go back and save the Vigil,” Zelda said getting right in front of Lisha. “I will go into Amaranthine alone and deal with the darkspawn here.”
“Are you mad?” Lisha asked, staring at Zelda as if she were insane. “You would not be able to take care of all the darkspawn here.”
“I can at least try.”
“I am not sending you in there to your death!”
“Then I'll go with her.” Nathaniel stepped next to Zelda. “I'll go with her to help secure the city. Commander, I agree with you, the city is lost. But I can't let Zelda go in there alone.”
“You agree with her?” Zelda said, peering at him. “But this was your home. Why would you want it to burn?”
“It used to be my home. And even though I don't like the thought of seeing it burned to the ground, I would rather have that than the darkspawn claiming it. But if you're so eager to go in and hope for survivors, then I will follow you in. That is, of course, if the commander will allow it.”
Lisha looked from one to the other, knowing Zelda wasn't going to back down and probably neither was Nathaniel. “Why are you doing this, Zelda?”
“Because I can't just let you burn a city that might have people in it! Yes, this corruption is worse than what I am used to, but that doesn't mean I still can't try and save all that I can. I know there's still people alive in there.”
“I also... want to make sure my sister made it out,” Nathaniel added.
Lisha sighed. “Fine. The two of you can go in, and Anders will be joining you.”
“Oh, yippee!” Anders said, rolling his eyes. “Just when I thought I was going to get out of it.”
“They're going to need you, Anders. Plus, if Zelda is right, the people in the city will probably need you too.”
“Even more reason for me to be excited about this.” Anders stared at her with a sunken face.
“Zelda, you're in charge. Constable, you and your men will follow her. Captain Garevel, you, Sigrun and I will head back to the keep. Hopefully we'll make it in time to warn everyone and get our forces in order. Creators, I hope we have enough.”
“I don't know if we do, Commander,” Captain Garevel sighed. “But we should hurry.”
“Commander, wait,” said Sigrun. “I want to go into the city as well. Help where I can.”
“No, Sigrun,” said Lisha. “I'm going to need you. The battle at Vigil's Keep may be bigger, and I'm going to need all the help I can get.”
“R-Right, Commander. I understand what you mean.” Although Sigrun seemed reluctant to leave, she still followed Lisha and Captain Garevel as they made their way down the path and away from the city of Amaranthine.

Paraphrasing from Dragon Age: Origins: Awakening
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