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How to Adopt a Warden and Other Tales	By : Royality Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 2658 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hating to admit it, Duncan was right. In fact, all of the recruits were very skilled. Daveth was quick with a blade for sure, but deadly accurate with a bow. Ser Jory swung that large sword around with slow, but ending blows. As for Izarre, the mild-mannered and petite noble changed entirely when faced between life or death. Showing no fear, he was quick to duck behind the Darkspawn, who seemed to be heavily afflicted by simply being cornered. It was something that Alistair couldn't quite place, but had decided not to doubt the outcome. It did, however, bother him that Izarre and Daveth seemed rather chatty. Both had grown up on the streets, making their living as they could. It was a friendliness that Alistair did not receive.
Gathering the vials of blood was easy enough, but the real mission was to find these treaties. Fighting both Darkspawn and the wilderness was hard as is, but at the broken and rather empty chest, came a vile creature. Despite having a beautiful body, curves to die for, and a very exposed chest, Alistair could smell evil a mile away. Unfortunately for Izarre, Morrigan could smell magic a mile away as well. While ignoring Alistair's idiocy, Morrigan quickly turned her attention to Izarre, whose crippling miasmic aura was pouring out from him in a nearly invisible offense. Giving him a knowing smile, Izarre relaxed and the dark cloud faded. "That's interesting,” she cooed to herself softly, causing Alistair's eyebrow to raise.
"Right...So if you can just take us to your mother and we can get back our property, you can go back to turning people into toads or whatever it is, you wild witch people do." At Flemeth’s hut, Izarre's nose twitched. He hated being around other mages, as he sensed them just as he was sniffed out himself. Remaining as polite as possible, he wanted to leave. Quickly. As Morrigan whispered things to her mother, Izarre went to stare at the vast swamp. Daveth and Ser Jory had taken a seat on a rotted log, sharpening their swords and arrow tips, as Alistair took the opportunity to try to warm up to the Cousland. He felt a twinge of guilt from doubting his skills in combat before...and… you know, after finding out that his entire family had been recently slaughtered.
"So...I heard from Duncan that you're from Highever..." It was an awkward start, to say the least, but at least it was something. "You haven't asked many questions about the Order...I know when I first started, I had a ton of questions..." The silence remained and it was still awkward. Looking over and up to Alistair, who stood a head height over him, Izarre stared. It wasn't a look of confusion, but the same look he gave nearly anyone who tried to be friendly with him.
"I...yes. I came from Highever...and...I told you that already."
"You did? Oh..OH...right...with the mage...yeah. Never mind." Cracking a smile, Izarre rotated his own body to face the bumbling warden better with crossed arms.
"You have a really bad memory, don't you?"
"Well, some say it's the memory of a goldfish, but I say, why insult the goldfish?" Laughing at his own joke, Alistair was surprised when Izarre laughed too. It was really like night and day. While fighting, Izarre was a murderous beast, showing no mercy...but here, between smiling and laughter, he was gentle and...soft? Was soft a good word for it?
“Aren't those two going at it a little heavy?" Daveth had kept his voice low, nudging Ser Jory with an elbow. A few feet from them were the pair, smiling and laughing at each other. Ser Jory only shrugged, continuing to sharpen his blade.
"None of my business between two men. Though Izarre does look a bit like a girl, I couldn't do it myself. Strictly for the ladies, I am. Can't wait to see my wife again and greet my babe as a Grey Warden. What about you, Daveth? Any plans after this?"
"Well, if we survive the battle, that is? Yeah, I think I'll just stay here away from any city guards who might get the notion I can still be hanged, Grey Warden or not."
"Ahem." The small amount of happiness was interrupted by Morrigan's throat clearing. "If you'll allow me to interrupt your little flirting, here are your treaties. Now leave."
"Fl..Flirting? I wasn't flirting. We were just talking and making jokes, right?" Alistair's babbling was always the worst when he was nervous. As for Izarre, he only looked to Alistair before taking the ancient scrolls in hand.
"Thank you, Morrigan."
"Hey, I wasn't flirting." The scoffing of both Daveth and Ser Jory made the hair on the back of Alistair's neck stand. "I wasn't!"
"Alright Alistair, you weren't flirting." A comforting hand came to the warden's shoulder by Daveth, who pointed at the back of a walking away Izarre. The long white ponytail that swung back and forth in stride that dangled just above his lower back was hypnotic. "Just like, you're not staring right now."
"I'm not!"
"That's what I said." Giving another pat, Daveth walked away. As Alistair made a face, another hand came to his shoulder in comfort. This time it was Ser Jory, who only gave a sympathetic face. "What...What was that about!? Hey! Wait up!"
When Morrigan led the group back to the gates of Ostagar, Duncan was waiting for them back at camp for the Joining. At these moments, Alistair's stomach always tightened. Standing at Duncan's side, he did as instructed, speaking the words since the First. Out of the three friends he could have made, only one survived. Despite the horrible deaths, Alistair felt relieved that Izarre survived out of them all. Unfortunately, there wasn't time to mourn. There was a tower to climb and a beacon to light. The battle lines had been drawn and it was time to stand up and fight, be it victory or death in trying.
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