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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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Lothering was a mess. It had all been abandoned by the local guard and pillaged for its remaining goods and resources. Bandits had claimed the roads and backfields while the handful of Templars left tried to protect the Chantry as if it would stop the darkspawn. There were bodies that littered the road as they entered the town. There were also a few bandits who decided to try to rob blind anyone fleeing the Blight. Alistair was impressed that his companion had restraint enough not to kill them outright, if by restraint, he meant that they had fled for their lives while only missing a few fingers and gold coins from their purses.
The Chantry was no refuge from the looks of it. It was instead an overstuffed building filled with people who should have already been running for their lives. Outside, the local bar still had a few cutthroats enough to start your typical bar fight. There was something about a woman with red hair that always meant trouble. This one was even dressed as a cloister sister. “Shouldn’t we…uh…help?” Alistair asked as Izarre leaned over the counter to buy a round of drinks. He gave a look to Alistair and shrugged with a mug to his lips.
“Give me your boot knife then.”
“Boot knife?” Alistair asked while removing it from its ankle holster. Upon handing it over, he saw it gracefully tossed into one of the rowdy men’s jugular, a move that made the combatant sister pause from her own fighting to stare at the sudden spray of blood.
“Helped,” Izarre smiled as he continued to enjoy his drink.
“That’s not exactly what I meant,” laughed Alistair, but accepted the mug of ale that had been pushed smoothly in his direction anyway. The fight was soon over, the ale was soon gone, and Izarre went to retrieve the knife from the dead man’s throat. “Why, thank you,” Alistair teased as he shook the blood from the blade before putting it back where it came from.
“Such a gentleman,” spoke the red head as she walked up to the pair. “Not exactly defending a lady’s honor, but it was quite a display.”
“What honor were you about to lose?” Izarre smirked at her as he looked around to examine the bodies. “This wasn’t a fair fight.”
“No…No it wasn’t,” she replied with a solemn face. “I’m Leliana, by the way, and I’m here to follow you.” Both wardens raised their eyebrows while looking at each other.
“Sorry, Can you…clarify?” Alistair asked.
“The Maker told me to be that I needed to be with you.”
“Yes, well, that clears it up then, doesn’t it?” Alistair laughed, though uneasily. Izarre just shrugged in response of him. “Sorry, but we’re all stocked up on crazy here.”
“You’ve seen me fight, what I can do.” It was true; the woman could fight and fight dirty. It was something that admitted had intrigued Izarre.
“Fine, but you’re buying your own drinks,” the white-haired Warden stated matter of factly.
“Yes, you heard what he said. No means...what?!” Alistair exclaimed. “You can’t be serious!”
“I remember you saying something about there being not enough women, Alistair.”
“Sure, in the WARDENS. Not…,” Alistair stopped himself with a defeated look upon his face. “Maker, you’re serious, aren’t you?” Izarre nodded and Alistair sighed heavily. “Fine…FINE…Let’s just pick up every stray we find and throw them at this Blight. That’ll stop them.”
“Why do you think you’re here?” Izarre teased, although it was almost lovingly.
“Isn’t that the truth,” Alistair grumbled as he looked over Leliana. Well, she was pretty…and making flirtatious body language to Izarre. With a loud cough, he stood between the two. “Alright, fine, but I hope you like mages…OOF! Ow…” He had just taken a sharp elbow to the gut for that. Outside of the tavern, Morrigan rejoined the group and out of the corner of his eye, Izarre caught a glimpse of white hair and jade eyes similar to his own. It was only for a brief moment before it had vanished. While Leliana didn’t mind mages so much, Sten was harder to get a reading on.
“So, you are a mage then?” Leliana asked as she trotted along in between Izarre and Alistair. “Funny. You don’t look like an apostate.”
“Do apostates have a certain way of dress now?” gripped Morrigan as she walked behind closer to the ever stoic Sten.
“No, no I didn’t mean that. I simply meant that most mages are…”
“Dress wearing cowards who are useless without a mage staff?” interrupted Izarre, continuing to look forward with the rest of the group behind him as they pressed their way towards the edge of the Brecilian Forest. Alistair stopped walking entirely as a long howl could be heard through the trees.
“Well, that’s ominous,” he said as he stopped to turn to his new friends. “Are you sure you want to go in there?” Izarre looked to the other warden with a frown.
“I don’t think want has anything to do with it.”
“Well said,” Morrigan approved as she pushed passed the brush of leaves and twigs in front of their path. “But if you’re too scared Alistair, maybe you should wait here. Would you like to hold my coin purse as well?” A smile cracked across her face. “It seems as though you may have left yours back at Ostagar.”
“My coin purse? What are you…?” It took a minute for Alistair to realize that she was talking about his testicles. “Oh,” he said flatly afterwards. “Cute.” While Leliana and Sten followed Morrigan into the forest, Izarre stayed behind with Alistair for the moment.
“Don’t let her get to you,” he said as he took a step toward Alistair with a comforting smile.
“She doesn’t get to me,” Alistair replied with his eyes on Morrigan’s back before he turned to look down at Izarre. “But do you trust her?” Izarre looked towards Morrigan’s direction as well before looking back at the other warden.
“No,” he said firmly but then cracked a smile. “But I don’t trust anyone.”
“Not even me?” Alistair laughed as he used an arm to push away branches that blocked the path. Izarre waited for him to do so before taking a step onto the dirt road.
“Especially you,” he teased as Alistair followed him. The rest of the group was a few paces ahead already, but still in sight. It gave Alistair enough of the opportunity to bumble around with his words again.
“So, you don’t trust me?” The tone was outside of Alistair’s usual joking tone. Turning around, Izarre could see a hurt look.
“Only if you’re walking behind me. Who knows what you’re planning to do back there,” he winked in an attempt to cheer Alistair up, but it only caused more embarrassment. Alistair’s cheeks turned bright red and he looked away quickly. Before Izarre could say anything else, the rest of the group had stopped moving forward.
“Elves,” Sten finally spoke.
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