Greetings dear readers, sorry for the long wait! Here is a longer chapter to make up for it. I have finally brought in Hawke~

I hope you enjoy.

[Ferelden: Lothering]

"Big Brother!" yelled a beautiful young woman with long black wavy hair. She was turning the house upside down in pursuit of her eldest sibling. If only her brother were a simple man who was so easy to find. She knew her older brother was always on the go, never in one place for long. His constant change in direction irritated her. If it not have been for her and her mother's constant worrying, she would just let him be. But, her mother was now in a fret over her twin brother, Carver, who was currently in Ostigar, fighting the darkspawn in King Cailain's army. They were both worried deeply, everyone except for Garrett, who seemed to be more distracted over training or whatever it was he was doing when he wasn't home.

After her thorough search within the house, she figured he must be somewhere in town, probably at the tavern. She knew he had warned her many times not to go into town without him present, due to the 'blight' thing. Seeing as how there were constant refugees settling into town, Garrett had told her that 'it wasn't safe for her to talk to strangers'. Being treated like a child from her older brother, was not settling well for her, so she had decided to ignore his advice and look through Lothering for him anyways.

The town was practically in ruins when the word had first spread that there was a Blight forming in Ferelden. There had been many refugees roaming within Lothering, whose homes have already been destroyed. She felt sympathy for all of them, but there was nothing she could do. Many of the houses that remained in Lothering were abandoned by their owners who fled to Orlais, and were now savaged by the refugees who made it their home. The town's guards were few, since most of them had joined the King's army. The town of Lothering seemed to be hanging on by a thread, practically waiting for the blight to end, or for the town to be destroyed by the Blight. She knew that the only reason that her and her family had remained, was clearly because of Carver. Her mother was anxiously awaiting his return. It had seemed that she was more in a panic than ever since she was constantly visiting the Chantry, praying to the Maker and Andraste.

She had walked into a tavern in Lothering, a place her brother Garrett usually was when he wanted to gather information. She had poked her head around and searched for him amongst the refugees and many drunks. There were so many men and woman in the tavern that it was easily crowded. It had seemed that many of them were looking in a certain direction, towards the top stairs. While she walked towards the direction, her ears amongst the many banter, focused on a familiar voice.

"So, I was walking up towards the man, while he was stealing the guardsman's keys, and told him, 'hey, the doors already open!'" said the familiar voice which caused many to laugh.

'Thats definitely Garrett...' thought the girl as she realized that the only person who loved to tell jokes and make people laugh was her eldest brother. He was the type of person that people just loved to be around. He had a humorous intake on life, even though he was a mage.

"Ah, Bethany!" said Garrett as he laid eyes on his sister, his voice seemed carefree and uplifting, "What are you doing here?" he said while walking to her then putting his arm around her neck to lead her out of the tavern.

"Mother was worried" said Bethany as she was led out of the tavern under her brother's arm, "She was worried about Carver..."

"Yes, Carver. I still haven't heard any news of the Battle of Ostigar. It seems though that the King isn't receiving aid from Orlais." said Garret in a slightly dejected tone.

"Oh, No! That means that..." Bethany at a loss for words, knew it ment that there was a less chance for victory in Ostigar, "What about Carver!"

"He'll be fine!" said Garrett as he carelessly waved his hand for her to quit worrying, "unfortunately, knowing our luck, he'll come back unscathed. Since things never really work out for me." said Garrett in mild humor trying to cheer his sister up.

"You're so bad..." Bethany said with a smile, as she lightly hit Garrett's arm.

"No, really. He'll definitely survive the battle. If things go bad, he knows how to run. I taught him how" Garret says proudly while placing his hand on his chest taking in total credit.

"Yes, you did teach him how to fight... I remember. I used to watch you outside, you used to whack him with the staff" chuckled Bethany taking in humor at her twin brother' abuse.

"Just teaching him defense, agility, and um..." Garrett squints his eyes a bit and looks up in thought, "How to protect himself..."

Bethany raises an eyebrow at her older brother, "Yeah, you were definitely having fun whacking him with that staff too"

Garrett fakes innocence, by putting his hand on his chest once more but raised his eyes in a 'How could you even think that' look, then instantly shifts it with a smirk and admits the truth, "Yes, it was fun whacking him on the head with a staff. Mwahaha!"

"You there keep a better eye on him! He is a vicious murder! A beast! He'll be locked up soon enough!" yelled a guard from afar.

"What-? Who are they talking about?" asked Bethany to Garrett. Garrett was swaying his head in sight of the guard who was yelling.

"Not sure..." he said before he let go of Bethany's hand to inspect the commotion.

"Garrett! What are you doing!? Wait up!" shouted Bethany quietly as she followed her brother. Coming into clear sight of the commotion, Bethany laid eyes on three guards who surrounded a Qunari in chains. They seemed to have taken him into some sort of confinement.

"What are they doing?" she asked Garrett.

"Hmm...I don't know" he said with a thinking tone, he looked towards Bethany and his eyes sparkle with mischief, "Let's ask!" he said with a childish smile before walking over to the many guards.

"Are you mad? You and I are apostates! They'll send us to the circle!" she protested, but it was too late, Garrett was already in front of the guards ready to ask them questions.

How she knew her oldest brother so well. He was the type to think little of a bad situation. Mainly act as if nothing was wrong in a calm tone, when in truth, he knew of the danger he was in.

"Excuse me, good man" said Garrett to a guard who was dressed as a Templar, "What seems to be the situation?"

"What? Oh, the Qunari? He was found just outside of Lothering, in a farm nearby. He slaughtered the entire family with his bare-hands. Few of the guards went by and saw him covered completely in their blood. The Lady of the Chantry, has ordered him into confinement til death"

"With his bare-hands?" asked Garrett a bit curious, he couldn't believe someone was capable of that. He peeked his head cautiously over the guard in sight of the Qunari that was surrounded by two other guards. The Qunari seemed to be over seven feet high, with muscles that look the size of large rocks. It seemed it could easily break the shackles, and smash the guards quickly with his hand. Garrett gulped, he didn't want to stick around for too long, especially since he was a mage, and his sister was with him. It also peaked his interest in knowing that a vicious murder like the Templar had claimed the Qunari was, seemed so calm and unhostile towards the guards, when in truth, he could so easily destroy that cage and escape from them.

The Qunari's eyes soon gazed towards Garrett and caused him to flinch.

"Er...I think I should get going" said Garrett as he realized that his sister was present and this situation had potential to become quite dangerous.

Garrett walked back over towards Bethany. Without stopping to explain to her the sitution, he quickly turned her around and locked his arm around hers.

"Yeah, I think we should go home..." he said a bit nervously.

"W-why?" asked Bethany innocently before turning her head over towards the Templars and the Qunari.

"D-Don't look at it! Keep your eyes on me!" muttered Garrett to his sister as he began to walk faster towards their home in a hasty pace.

"Why not?" asked Bethany in driven curiosity.

"Bethany, I dare say baby sister, your curiosity will be the death of me." said Garrett regaining his composure.

"ME? What about you! Your the one that walked carelessly towards those Templar and went snooping around! Your the one that constantly looks for trouble!" she scolded pointing towards her brother at every claim.

"Bethany" Garrett sighed, "That's because..." he said bringing in a pause, "I'm- The- Eldest!" he said putting his hand on his chest in honor of that title.

Bethany sighs. "Yes, I know. Your old..."

Garrett looks at her in horror at the last word she muttered, "Not old. Just older! I'm still young...just...a bit more..." he tried to think of a word..."Wiser?" he asked her, but giving his constant personality in which nobody took seriously, his sister began to laugh.

"Hey, that's not funny" he said.

Her laughter stopped. Then she looked at him in silence and gave a 'Are you serious?' kind of look, then he looked back at her silently in return with a look she couldn't place. Then they broke out in laughter.

"Okay. Okay. Maybe it is a bit funny" he said, "But remember Bethany, your big brother's always got your back. Especially when it comes to those...Templairs" said Garret with slight distaste towards the last word he uttered.

"Yes. I know, and you have always protected me. But tell me, why did they have that man chained?" she asked.

"Well, apparently, he's found for murder." he explained as bluntly as possible. He didn't want his baby sister to worry her pretty little head.

"Yes, that I figured" she said.

"Then why did you ask?" he replied.

"Urgh!" she muttered in frustration. She knew her brother had a habit of keeping in information, and that he didn't want to worry her or expose her to the cruelties of the world.

"Come on, mother is probably worried" he said.

"Yeah..." she muttered in agreement, and they both headed home.

'Are we almost there?' I thought wondering if we were anywhere near our destination. After all, I was never the type to wonder aimlessly, unless of course it was only I present and no one else was there to witness me do it. I found this particular group to be quite organized, they seemed to have known where they were going. Wither it was due to their leader's intuition, or the witch they previously picked up, it didn't matter. It had seemed that my decision into joining them appeared to be the right choice.

It had already been hours since leaving the Kocari Wilds, and everyone in the group was completely quiet during the entire trip to the town we were heading to. The hot-tempered Warden was quiet, and had seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, not that anyone could easily tell. I found him glancing at me from time to time, probably sizing me up and inspecting me. He must have been curious of me, either because I still seemed questioning in my attire, or that our previous dance had taken a toll at his pride. It had seemed to me that it was probably both.

An hour or two ago, We had come across that blasted Mobari hound of his. It had jumped me from out of nowhere, and had infected my face with his unsanitary slober. I may had been similar to that of a dog due to my Lycanthropy, but I still found it to be quite distasteful. I just couldn't bring myself to be easy around the Mobari dogs here in this world. They had seemed to be too smart and human like. Especially this 'Hunter' of the Wardens, he seemed to have already knew that I was similar to that of him, and took a likeness towards me. I would have been fine with that if we were back on Nirn, but over here, he would only compromise my position. I slightly noticed that his new-found affection for me, made the Warden curious, he said, "That he rarely does that" and had to scold the dog in order for it to release me off the ground.

I could also hear the virtuous Warden mourning in the background. It seems that it was due to the death of a fallen comrade. I for one could understand that, but being the cause of death to many others, It would seem that I couldn't bring myself to fully sympathize, let alone care. But why should I? I know not of this Duncan in which he grieves, or him in that sense...but, it seems that I did kind of feel some sympathy for him. If my comrades were to die, I would be devastated, mainly angry, but devastated none the less. I would seek the death of their murder, and bestow them their entitled revenge. I would not cry though, that was something that I would mainly never do.

As for the witch, she surely was up to something. I saw her countless times looking at me in wonder. She was looking at my attire...*sigh*...and my weapons. Lucien was constantly whispering into my ear that she was planning something. He said that, "I noticed her looking at the ring on her finger, then back towards you", which to me made no sense. Perhaps I just reminded her of someone? It did not matter who, but the thought of her thinking of me, creeped me out. Her eyes gave me the creeps, not that I will publicly admit that, but they were very ominous...more so than my armor I would think. People say that the eyes are the gateway into the soul, and I for one honestly believed that. It would seem that her eyes were more truthful than one would think.

"Wake up, gentlemen! More travelers to attend to. I'd guess that fellow is the leader." said some voice luring me away from my earlier thoughts. I snapped back into reality and found myself, along with the Warden's group being encountered by five men, all who seemed to have been up to no good in my eyes. Their leader appeared to have been talking to The Warden.

"Err...they don't look much like them others, you know. Uh...maybe we should just let these ones pass..." Said a man with a droopy voice who had an oddly shaped head that made me chuckle, to the leader. How ironic that the man who looks and talks the dumbest, seems to have been the smartest of the bunch.

"Nonsense! Greetings, travelers!" Their leader said as he greeted us. Mr. Temper was looking at them with a serious look, probably wondering which approach to take. It had seemed that he wasn't completely reckless since he was wondering on how to handle the situation. If it was me and I was back on Skyrim, I wouldn't have even given them the chance to talk. Arrows would have went flying and loot would have been taken, but that's only because Nirn is far more dangerous than this world. It appears that over here in Ferelden, people try to compromise, which I think is utterly pointless.

"Highwaymen. Preying on those fleeing the darkspawn, I suppose." said Alistair.

"They are fools to get in our way. I say teach them a lesson" said Morrigan.

"Highwaymen? Well then, why spare another second?" I asked.

"Now is that any way to greet someone? Tsk, tsk, tsk. A simple ten silvers and you're free to move on." said the leader. I was a bit shocked by that. I was expecting him to ask for 100 septims-silvers from each of us.

"You should listen to your friend. We're not refugees." the Warden warned.

"What did I tell you? No wagons, and this one looks armed." said the oddly shaped man with the droopy voice towards Mr. Temper-I mean The Warden.

"The toll applied to everyone, Hanric. That's why it's a toll and not, say, a refugee tax." the Leader replied.

"Oh, right. Even if you're no refugee, you still gotta pay." said Hanric.

The Warden scoffs, "Like hell I am" he says while looking at them as if they were of little importance.

"Well I can't say I'm pleased to hear that. We have rules, you know." The leader with the high voice says.

"Right. We get to ransack your corpse, then. Those are the rules." says Hanric.

"But rules are soo boring" I said causing them to look at me.

"Do you really wish to fight a Grey Warden?" asked The Warden grabbing their attention once more.

"Did he say he's a Grey Warden? Them ones killed the king!" said Hanric.

"Traitors to Ferelden, I hear. Teyrn Loghain put quite a bounty on any who are found." said their leader.

Hmm..that made me curious as to how much?

"But...aren't them Grey Wardens good? I mean, really good? Good enough to kill a king?" asked Hanric.

"You have a point. Well, let's forget about the toll. We'll just leave you to your darkspawn-fighting, king-killing ways." said their leaders backing down.

"Actually, let's add bandit-slaying to that list..." said The Warden with a very sadistic smile.

"And just when we had things settled..." said their leader before they began to attack us. I had previously been standing in front of Alistair and beside Morrigan, but walked backwards behind Alistair as the battle took place. I doubt they noticed that I had chosen not to take part, since they were to busy fighting. It was mainly due to the fact that I was curious of their fighting techniques, and found their opponents unworthy of fighting against me. In short explanation, I wasn't needed and really wasn't in the mood to play.

The leader had charged up to The Warden and attacked him with his sword. The Warden had instantly deflected with his shield, and had quickly stabbed him in his shoulder, which brought him to his knees crying on the floor in pain. He then switched his target to another guy who was trying to attack him with two swords. Out of nowhere, Hunter came and bit the man in the leg. I changed direction and looked left towards Alistair and Morrigan's position. It had seemed that Alistair had already killed a bandit and now he was fighting some rogue with two daggers. He had often used his shield to evade the man, while Morrigan had thrown a fire-ball near the man beside him catching them both on fire, almost along with Alistair. I turned back to The Warden who was now glaring at me. Boy did he seem angry.

"Why weren't you helping?" he asks me a bit peeved.

"Apparently, there was no need to" I replied while guiding my hand towards the direction of the corpses, in which caused him to scoff in reply.

"All right! We surrender! We-we-we're just trying to get by, before the darkspawn get us all!" yelled the Leader as he came up from the ground.

"Hmph! Get by? You're a criminal!" said The Warden.

"Yes, I'm a criminal; I admit it. I apologize." he said.

"Unfortunately for you, I'm in a very bad mood." said the Warden before he stabbed him in the chest with his sword. He looked towards me and grinned. I'm pretty sure that he was trying to tell me something. Like, 'If I find out your up to something, your next' or 'You made me so mad, this is what I want to do to you' kind of look. Either way, I payed that no mind, I have been threatened many times before and yet still continue to breathe.

"I get it, you're in a bad mood. I wonder why? Is it because of me by any chance?" I ask in an innocent tone which causes the Warden to look at me. It would seem to me that my directness threw him off a bit since he was rather quiet and didn't respond.

I gave him some time to answer yet my patience wore thin, "Answer me!" I ordered in a threatening tone. I hated it when people ignored my questions, and usually my change in tone 'inspired' them to answer.

His eyes widened in surprisement due to my sudden shift in persona, then shifted back to normal in an instant.

It slipped my mind. I shouldn't have let him seen that side of me, it would only give him another reason not to trust me.

"Hmph..." was all I received from him. Which really didn't say much.

"That's not an answer" I said calming my voice in hopes of him forgetting my previous tone.

"You seem more trouble then your worth. The next time a fight emerges and you don't help aid us, I will thereby be convinced that you are officially of no use to us." he says.

"So, if a child wishes to fight you, I must come to your aid?"

Confusement comes to him.

"A child?" he says lost.

"Yes, a harmless child that you could so easily defeat."

The Wardens and the witch along with the dog, also look at me in utter confusion.

Do they seriously expect me to help aid them all the time? I mean sure, fine. I will, if the situation calls for it, but they better not be expecting me to help aid them in even the most menial challenges. I doubt their skills will develope if I'm doing most of the work, and besides, I'm actually to tired to play at the moment...

"They were weak. Simple bandits. I once heard the Grey Wardens were the most elite fighters in all of Ferelden. If they need my help during a simple bandit fight, then I must say, I truly am disappointed" I told them actually revealing my true thoughts on this current topic.

"In other words, You knew I could handle it?" asked the Warden in doubt. It would seem to me that he thought that I intentionally wanted him to be slaughtered by those bandits back there if he was so concerned about my reasons.

"Yes, they seemed so unskilled." I told him. And to not boost his ego, I mocked him, "Even someone as inadequent as you, could easily slay them."

"I see..." he said surprisingly passive about my current insult. I soon found his eyes softly narrowing down towards the floor lost in thought.

How strange? I couldn't help think he was the type of man to immediately flip the switch about any verbal slander one would inflict upon him, yet, he did not. It would seem to me that the previous thought that had formerly conflicted his mind, was still clouding his thoughts, and it would seem that it had something to do with me...I think. I'm assuming it did, since he looked at me now with some sort of relief.

"Let's move on" was all he said instantly disclosing our previous conversation.

Without another word or sarcastic reply, I followed his lead.

"Now, whats your excuse for not helping?" I asked Lucien discreetly.

"I fight at your side, and yours alone, my Listener" said the assassin.

"Hmph. Smart man..." I smirked.

The spectral assassin smirks in approval.

"Listener, it seems you had that menacing look on your face earlier"

"Did I?" I ask unsurprised.

"Yes. I was beginning to think you were going to kill them," The spectral assassin twirls his ebony dagger playfully with a light smile, "It would have been fun."

"I thought you said we needed them?" the Dragonborn asks.

"We do, but if my Listener wishes for their demise, then so be it"

The Dragonborn puts her hand up in the air for disapproval.

"No," she says before putting it down, "They are essential. I need them. I have a feeling they'll show me the path towards home."

"Really, them?" says Lucien before he looks at the group.

"Yes." Says the Listener before she walks ahead of the assassin.

"Well there it is. Lothering. Pretty as a painting" said Alistair as he looked down upon the view of Lothering from on top of the bridge.

"Ah. So you finally decided to join us, have you? Falling on your blade of grief seemed like too much trouble, I take it?" said Morrigan to Alistair.

Alistair faced Morrigan.

"Is my being upset to hard to understand? Have you ever lost someone important to you? Just what would you do if your mother died?" asked Alistair.

"Before or after I stopped laughing?"

The Dragonborn raises an eyebrow due to Morrigan's reply.

"Right very creepy. Forget I asked."

"Get to the point" said The Warden to Alistair.

"Anyway... I thought we should talk about where we should go first"

"We are to follow these treaties"

"I agree. Have you looked at them?"

"No. Not yet"

"There are three main groups that we have treaties for; the Dalish elves, the dwarves of Orzammar, and the Circle of Magi" explained Alistair, "I also still think that Arl Eamon is our best bet for help. We might even want to go to him first."

'The Dwarves! Th-the Dwemmer?!' The Dragonborn's eyes were as wide as could be and she could barely hear the words leaving the Warden's lips.

The Warden ignored the Dragonborn and continued the conversation with Alistair.

"Is there a way to make contact with the Warden's from Orlais?"

"Short of leaving Ferelden to seek them out, the only place to send word would be Weisshaupt Fortress, and that's thousands of miles away"

The Warden sighs, "Well that's certainly out of the question"

He turns around and pauses for a second, "It seems we'll have to rely on the treaties"

"I can give you directions, if you like" offers Alistair.

"Where do we find Arl Eamon?" asked the Warden.

"He'll be at Castle Redcliffe, in the far western part of Ferelden next to the mountain passes. If he isn't there, someone will be able to tell us where he is" replied Alistair.

Before the Warden was able to utter a word, the Dragonborn interrupted, "Where do we find the Dwarves!" she asked doe-eyed towards Alistair.

Alistair was caught off guard with her sudden questioning, "Uh-We would need to speak with their king in Orzammar. That means heading west into the Frostback Mountains, which won't be easy."

"Really! That simple! I can't wait~" she responded throwing herself on him and giving him a hug mainly due to over excitement. After she was done hugging a now blushing Alistair she looks at the Warden still extremely doe-eyed, "Do you know what this means!? This is the most happiest days of my life!" she bantered, "What an amazing discovery..." she mummbled under her breath to herself and moves in closer to the Warden, "Could we please go there first?" she asks in a begful tone. The Warden then looks at her bewildered; he didn't know what to think about her sudden excitement towards Orzammar.

"No" he told her causing her face to pout.

"But why! You have to make them join you for this Blight thing, right?" she asks.

"Tis, suprising that she shows much eagerness" said Morrigan out loud to everyone out of nowhere.

"Their the Dwemer! You crazy witch! Of course, I'm eager!" The Dragonborn replied back.

"Calm down. We'll go there eventually. In the mean time, make yourself useful and be quiet." The Warden told her.

The Dragonborn's brow began to twitch and her fist began to squeeze.

"Why I ought -" she growled before getting interrupted by the Warden.

"What about Loghain?" asked the Warden to Alistair with hidden malice.

"If he isn't out in the field with his army, he's probably going to be at the palace in Denerim"

"I say we find this Loghain, and kill him. The rest of this business with the treaties can then be done in safety" said Morrigan towards this subject.

"I agree. I owe Cailain his corpse. He should know the price for betrayal. Then we can head straight towards the Dwarves." agreed the Dragonborn.

"Yes, he certainly wouldn't see that coming! And it's not like he has the advantage of an army and experience and-" Alistair was about to go on before Morrigan interrupted.

"If your wish to come up with reasons why something cannot be done, we will stand here until the darkspawn are upon us"

"I'm ready to get going" stated the Warden ending all banter.

"Fair enough. Let's head into the village whenever you're ready" replied Alistair.

~ A couple of minutes later ~

"Where's the Dragonborn?" asks The Warden to Morrigan and Alistair.

Alistair turns his head in all directions trying to spot her, "She left?" he said coming into realization that she was no longer with them.

Morrigan looks at Alistair in irritation.

"Yet he barely realizes. You truly are hopeless" she says, "The Dragonborn left to-" and she quotes, "Paint this town red", she said quoting the Dragonborn's words and continues to walk within the town of Lothering.

"How long ago was this?" asks The Warden.

"Only moments ago" answered Morrigan.

"Then she couldn't have gotten far"

"Wait. I thought you were against the idea of her joining us?" asked Alistair.

"Tis suprising, she does seem rather...mysterious, doesn't she?"

"Says the witch..." muttered Alistair.

"Yes, she does seem to be hiding something..." trailed the Warden.

Merely minutes after ditching the Wardens, It didn't take me long to realize that this town was filled with a lot of desperate people, probably refugees who were fleeing those Darkspawn. Usually in towns that I pass through back on Nirn, I end up gathering supplies for my journey, but seeing as how I doubt they would have anything that I need here in this town, I figured that gathering some more information on this world would be the right way to go.

But who to talk to?

Every direction I turn, I see refugees. Most of them I see barely have anything on them, including clothes. The only info they could give me would have to be where they came and how their loved ones died. Yeah-they'll pretty much try to make me sympathize with them and will ask me to give them something, and I really don't think sharing my limited items is a smart idea.

There seems to be a man in fancy white armor standing around patrolling, he takes notice in my staring.

"Move on if you can. Lothering is lost" he says.

"What do you mean?" I ask him.

"We've had refugees streaming from the south for the last two days. The chantry and tavern are full to bursting." he explained.

"So I take it, Lothering's too packed with refugees?"

"There simply isn't enough food to go around, and we templars can barely keep order. You'd be better off elsewhere, my friend"

'Ah, a templar...Those mage hunters I heard so much about? He doesn't seem so bad. I'm sure I can take him"

"Are you keeping me from going in?" I asked.

"I'm just warning you things may not be as hospitable as you'd expect. People are frightened"

"Oh. Well in that case...Thanks for the warning"

"Best of luck wherever you might go"

I continued to walk as Lucien began to converse.

"This town is filled with desperate and miserable people. Perhaps we should put them out of there misery." he said as I saw a look of excitement in his eyes.

"Weren't you the one who told me to behave?" I reminded.

"Yes. But I never said anything about me" he began to laugh menacingly.

"True, and practice does make perfect-Oh No! I've been hanging out with you way too much!" I'm even starting to say his favorite line!

"Hahahaha! My listener, you are truely a fast learner."

"That's not funny!-and no! It's far to soon to kill innocent people this early in the day" I told him.

"That's never stopped you before..."

I couldn't argue with him there.

"You may do as you wish, but I will continue to seek information" I told him.

He didn't respond but he did vanish as he heard my approval. It would seem he was rather eager to send someone to the void.

I paid him no mind. He was bound to kill a few people, with or without my approval. That's just how he was, dead or alive, only Sithis himself could stop him.

I was tempted to join him, but I was far to tired. I could easily screw up the concept of discretion if I were to murder anyone around here. Not to mention I was rather hungry to boot. In short, I was a mess. The only thing keeping me going at the moment was my willpower and my stubborness to not give in to the temptation of rest, and maybe the stamina potion I drank earlier.

Having quite the appetite, I decided to look within my inventory for some grub. As I tumble through my bag, I grab some lamb meat that was wrapped up inside a bag. Luckily, it was still preserved by magic and was ready to be eaten, all I needed to do was warm it up.

So, I grabbed the meat and heated it up by hand while slightly releasing some magicka. Being used to not worrying about other people seeing me do that, I was a tad bit to slow to realize it wasn't the same in Ferelden. Someone was likely to have seen me heat up my lunch, I was now fully expecting someone to yell 'mage' out loud. But instead no one did. I looked around towards the refugees, and they were to busy arguing amongst themselves for supplies to notice my little mistake. I was filled with relief, and began to take a bite of my lunch.

"Hello there" I heard a youthful voice say to me from behind. By this time, my mouth was already feasting on a warm meal as I was sorely interrupted by the potential conflict.

I looked back and saw a young man. He was oddly inviting and didn't seem to harbor any ill will. He had short jet black hair that swinged towards the left of his face, strange hazel eyes, and a rough-looking mustache. He was wearing some really interesting clothes, you could easily tell he wasn't a refugee. They seemed somewhat like robes and armor. It was colored black with many silver straps on it and had a red wrapping around it with a caped slit tail hanging from behind, along with black ebony 'looking' boots and gloves with silver plated armor on his knees, and he also had a black spiked shoulder-blade on his right shoulder.

He was a handsome man, with a friendly aura around him. I honestly can say I have never met a mortal with his atmosphere. He seemed to have lured me in. Was he a mage? It was as if he was using a calming spell.

"I don't believe I've seen you here in Lothering. Are you by chance a refugee?" he asked me.

"Um..." I asked trying to read his eyes but coming in with nothing, "No. I am just passing through"

"Really? Heading away from Ferelden, eh? Smart move" he says waving his hand in approval, "My family and I were thinking of doing the same"

"Then why haven't you?"

His face tenses a bit, and I can see hidden sadness luring in his eyes.

"We're waiting on my kid brother to return from Ostigar" he explains.

"The war is over. Many have died and fled. The war was gruesome, and mostly all were slaughtered." I tried to explain to him that his brother could very well have been dead.

His eyes widen up in realization as he ignored that fact.

"You were there?" he asks.

"Yeah, that I was. It was tiresome, to say the least. I pretty much gave it my all and still managed to lose that war" I sighed.

Losing that war, was a huge loss on my pride as a warrior.

"I'm sure you gave it your all" he said with a soft smile, "Hey look at me, I wasn't even there," he says holding his hand on his chest towards himself, "I'm the one who should feel ashamed. I mean- letting a beautiful woman like yourself fight while I stay at home? I'm disgraceful."

I could obviously tell by his playful manner that he was trying to make me feel better, and by the way his eyes looked at me as if he were flirting made me laugh. I was instantly reminded by my fellow scoundrels from The Thieve's Guild.

"Disgraceful indeed" I said with a teasingly smile, "Now tell me stranger, why was it your kid brother who went to war, and not you?" I asked curiously.

"Well..." he scratched his head, "I'm an apostate"

"And?"

"And? Apostates get sent to the circle, or haven't you forgotten? I mean, your one too, right?"

"W-what? How did you know that?" I asked surely grasping him calling me a mage.

"Well, for starters, you just admitted it." he smiled victoriously.

I looked at him slightly enraged, slightly ashamed, and slightly impressed that he managed to trick me.

"And also, I saw you not only talking to yourself, but you also heated up that meat in a matter of second"

"I don't know whither to be impressed or worried? are you a stalker?" I asked.

He chuckles.

"No, you just managed to have caught my eye" he says, "I actually thought you were a crazy lady talking to herself until I saw you light up that meat"

"Crazy? What makes you think I'm not?"

"Talking to yourself? Or to the demons? You're a blood mage aren't you?" he asks me.

I raised an eyebrow in confusement. Blood mage?

"A what?"

"A blood mage? You know, a person who cuts themselves with a knife and becomes friends with a demon. That sort of thing" he said casually.

"Never heard of that." I told him, "That seems stupid, and cowardly." I stop and think of my dealings with the Daedria, "But Daedria's are an exception"

His face looks down in thought and he looks back up to me lost.

"Daedria?" he asks, "Is that some new type of demon?"

"Probably", I answered considering the fact that some are pretty sinister.

"So you are a blood mage, then?" He asks.

"No. I don't mess with my blood"

"Oh, then you're a regular mage like me then" he says. He then gives me a look, "Then why are you going to the Chantry?"

"I'm following some of my companions"

"Okay" he says accepting my answer, "Then why were you talking to yourself?" he asks.

"You sure are noisy!" I scolded, "You ask a lot of questions"

He smiles at me unfazed.

"Yeah, but isn't this better than roaming around with your companions?" he asks me with a smile and a wink.

Was that some type of flirting? I didn't know.

"Well, you are more easier to talk too" I admitted.

"I know. I get that a lot" he gave me a toothy grin.

"So, why were you talking to yourself" he asks persistently.

"Well," I said deciding to humor him, "I have a spectral assassin who follows me around, likes to kill people, and follows my every order"

He looks at me and laughs.

"Oh your good" he says pointing at me then starts clapping, obviously taking that as a joke.

"What's its name?" he asks.

"Lucien Lachance" I told him.

"Lucien? That's a good name" he commented, "now tell me what's yours?" he asks.

"I'm Ze- um...the Dragonborn" I said practically revealing to him my actual name.

"The Dragonborn?" he mumbled, "Strange, but I like it! It has 'fire' in it! Maybe I should have a name similar to that...like ...oh-oh- I got it, The Hawke-Born! No! The Apostate of Lothering! No-"

He went on with all sorts of names for at least ten minutes. I couldn't stop laughing at the idiotic and cheesy names he ran through me. It was hilarious, he even asked me where I got the name Dragonborn from. He said it was too good a name to just make up. I had tried to explain very bluntly about where it came from, telling him of the Greybeards and such. He actually went with my little story. I don't know whither or not he actually believed it or just played along to humor me. It would seem that this man was actually the sort of person who didn't judge another and actually accepted them for whoever they were, even if they were crazy.

"So whats your name?" I asked.

"Me?" he said before hitting his head in realization, "I'm Garrett Hawke."

"Nice to meet you Hawke" I said surprisingly holding out my hand for him to shake.

I was never this friendly to someone, unless I was on a mission. I suppose I could honestly say he was rather fun to talk to.

"Nice to meet you, Dragonborn" he replied back before shaking my hand.

"So tell me. If I were not from this world, what advise would you give me?" I asked.

"Not from this world?"

I gave a concealing smile, "Yes, it's a game I used to play with my kid brother to show him the importance of knowing things." I lied, "So what would you say to one who knew nothing?"

"Um..." he says holding onto his chin to think, "Well, I would tell them that mages, magic users, were sent to a confining place called the Circle of Magi, and I would tell them that the Blight is among us, which is a very scary herd of darkspawn. And that no, the Templairs don't intentionally dress funny, they just coincidentally look like girls in skirts" he snickered.

I immediately begin to laugh out loudly.

The Templars? Like the one I seen earlier? He's a mage so that must mean he naturally hates them.

"You hate them I take it?" I asked.

"Well, yes...I mean no...it's complicated," he says shifting into a slightly more serious tone, " I know their just doing their job and trying to protect people, but as a mage, I think what they do is just wrong."

"I see."

He looks at me briefly in silence.

"Well...anyway...I've been dying to ask.." he mumbles.

"Yes?"

He looks straight at my armor and makes a strange face.

"What's with the armor? It's all out-of-place. It really draws attention too, and as a mage, you should be more careful" he suggests.

I look at him in wonder, 'Doesn't his armor strike out too?'

"I don't have any regular clothes" I tell him.

'That and I prefer what I'm already wearing'

"Hmm..." he hums while looking my body up and down. He was checking my size.

He grabs my hand.

"Come with me" he says, "I think I have something"

"Okay" I said.

'At least I don't have to steal something' I thought.

He took me to his home. It was a nicely sized house. A different feel from the houses in Skyrim, when I first walked in, there was the dining table. A wide wooded table with four wooden chairs and a fire-place at the corner of the room, giving it a homely feel. I could smell something yummy within the house which smelled like freshly baked bread. My mouth started to water like the glutton that I was, but I instantly shook those thoughts away. Hawke was then leading me quickly towards a hallway where I saw four doors, two at each side. He took me towards the end of the hallway inside the left door.

Inside the room, was his room, guessing by the scent. It was a small humble room. There was a single sized bed, a large wooden dresser, a very small book shelf, and a staff hanging at the edge of the bed.

'He really is a mage' I thought.

He was busy looking through the bottom of his dresser for something. Clothes I'm assuming.

I walked over towards his bed and grabbed his staff to examine it.

It was a unique staff, like something I've never seen before. It was like a spear...but a staff! It had a red steel speared tip at the bottom and the rest of it was made of some type of wood that seemed unbreakable while it was wrapped in some red string and had a strange-looking red orb at the top of it wrapped in the wood. I would say that this mage wasn't normal, but it would be to presumptuous to only assume, seeing as how I know little of the mages here or the 'apostates' in which some claim to be. But is every mage-I mean apostate here like Hawke? They seem so...interesting...

"Ah Ha!" he says while pulling out some clothes from his dresser, "Here" he then hands them to me.

"Took me awhile. These were back when I was just a teen. They should fit you, I would think. You are rather small, but a bit to big for my sister's clothes." he said subtly looking at my chest assuming that I couldn't tell where he was looking .

"Okay. Thanks." I said beginning to take off my armor.

He softly begins to blush.

"Er...you're not going to change in front of me, are you?" he asks.

I have been the type known to casually change in front of others. Mostly out of habit. Others didn't mind when I did so, they would either pay me no mind, or watch. I suppose most women would feel uncomfortable, but I didn't think about that. It's not like anyone was capable of touching me.

"You can wait outside" I asked looking at him with a cheeky smirk.

"Fine." he said before walking out.

He stops before leaving the room and turns around for a second.

"Would you like to stay for dinner?" he asks me.

"Um..." I quickly think.

I ask myself, 'Would the Wardens leave without me?' then I quickly think of The Warden with the hot temper.

'Surely' I thought, but curiosity got the best of me.

"What are you having?" I asked remembering how tempting that bread smelled like.

He twisted his mouth to the side, squinted his left eye and looked up in thought as if trying to remember.

"I don't know?" said Hawke as a unknowing look besmirched his features.

"I have to get back" I said finally giving in to the fact that I have to get back to my spectral assassin Lucien, before he slaughters this whole town.

"A shame. Oh, well, more for me." he says with a playful smile.

"Hahaha! Your just as much as a glutton as I, huh?"

"A man's got to eat." he winks towards me before leaving and closing the door.

I took off my gloves and my boots, then put them both inside my inventory. I then slowly removed my armor; The armor that apparently stood out and seemed strange here in Ferelden along with those back on Nirn. The armor given to me by the Daedric Prince Boethiah himself. It had it's uses and was highly capable, but it would seem that the beings here on this world weren't as dangerous as those back on Nirn. It would also appear that I would have more of an advantage if I were to change my casual armor and finally settle with the simple clothing of this world. Not only will I blend in more, but I could move more effectively and keep up more stamina.

I then quickly examined Hawke's clothes before putting them on.

The black shirt and red pants that Hawke gave me, fitted me just right. They hugged my skin gently and were quite comfortable to wear. They still carried Hawke's scent, which smelled along the lines of a new type of unrestrained magic, the hazardous kind of magic that could easily be dangerous to all. In all my years as a mage, I never really uncovered such a magical discovery. In this world, I believe it's safe to say magic is different from that on Nirn. But the question is, just how different is our magic?

I could feel his presence waiting outside the door, and swiftly put on the clothes Hawke gave me along with my shrouded shoes that I had in my inventory. I then opened the door to the room and saw Hawke waiting in the hallway beside a girl. Her scent was like that of Hawke's, and I could easily tell that she was his sister.

"Good, they fit." I heard Hawke mumble.

The girl looked at me and grinned towards Hawke.

"Wow, she's pretty. Where have you been hiding her?" asked the girl.

"W-what? Bethany!" said Hawke in nervousness, "I was just helping her find some clothes!"

The girl rolled her eyes in doubt, "I'm not five you know" she said.

"I'm assuming this is your sister?" I asked with a smile and handed out my hand towards the girl, "I'm the Dragonborn, and your brother here was just donating me some clothes. Quite the nice guy, I didn't even need to ask."

Instead of shaking my hand, she gasped.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I thought-" she looked a bit embarrassed about her accusations, "I didn't mean-"

"It's okay Bethany. Next time just don't assume so quickly" said Hawke as he put a hand on her shoulder to calm her down, "Um...this is my baby sister, Bethany. She's not used to me bringing home any girls, so I suppose her assumptions are understandable."

"Not bringing home girls?" I chuckled, "Quite the role-model aren't you" I teased.

"Haha!" he laughs nervously ignoring my words, "Bethany here is also a mage."

"Garrett!" said Bethany in shock as he revealed that fact.

"Relax, She's a mage too" explained Garrett to his sister.

"Really?" she asks me.

"Yeah... Unfortunately, your brother has amazing intuition skills"

"That's Garrett alright"

"That's me" said Hawke as he lightly laughed.

I knew I couldn't stay long...

I looked quietly and directly into Hawke's eyes. He seemed to have stiffened a bit out of nervousness. I couldn't tell why since I wasn't giving him the usual glare I gave others.

"Y-yes?" he asked me realizing that I wanted to tell him something.

I smiled.

"Thanks." I said.

His face relaxed and he smiled, "No problem. I couldn't just let you walk around drawing attention to yourself so recklessly" he said.

I raised my hand towards him to give him something. He looked at my hand for a second and moved his hand towards mine to receive it.

He looked at what I gave him.

"What is it?" he asked looking at the ring I gave him and noticing its irregular shine.

It was The Ring of Erudite, given to me after my coronation into becoming a Vampire Lord. It was something I always wore, to remind me of the form that I had once chosen. The immortality that I had once gained and had forsaken. I suppose to him it must have looked like a pure golden ring with two flawless emeralds.

"A gift." I said before I headed out of his home.

"Wait!" he said causing me to stop within my tracks.

"This looks expensive and rare, are you sure you want to give this to me-I mean-I only gave you some old clothes?" he says with a serious yet confused face.

I laugh out loud with my back towards him. How funny his humbleness was! Back on Nirn, no one would question such a gift. Now that I think about it...not questioning a gift from the child of Sithis is rather dangerous...

I laughed out again. I turned my head slightly right and smirked.

"Sure, why not. You've been good company and the first person that made me laugh since my stay in Ferelden. Consider my present a gift from me to you. Realize it incredibly rare, since I rarely give gifts"

'Maybe he'll sell it for a few septims-I mean coin...oh, well, it was time to move on from the past anyways...'

"Um...thanks" he said rather speechless as I continued walking my way through his front door, until something caught my eye.

I turn my head left towards the hallway wall and look towards the object hanging on the wall that caught the corner of my eye. I walked closer towards it just to be sure I wasn't seeing things.

It was a picture or a portrait of Hawke and his family. I skimmed through the faces of his mother, father, sister, and him and looked at the one face that caught my attention. It was his younger brother he told me earlier about. It was the face of the kid I saved that was surrounded by darkspawn back at Ostigar, the one that I told to flee. He was most likely still alive...

"What's wrong?" asked Hawke as he noticed me looking thoroughly at his family portrait.

'It wouldn't be right to raise their hopes.'

"You look good" I said before winking at him which caused him to blush and his sister to smile. I then made my way to his front door before I once again stopped in my tracks and decided to tell him.

"I have a feeling you'll see your brother" I said before walking out their door.

*Meanwhile*

"You will free the Qunari!" yelled the Warden to the Revered mother.

"How dare you raise your tone at me!" yelled the Revered mother surely insulted by the Warden's demands.

"I asked you nicely old woman, don't make me regret it"

"A-Are you threatening me!"

"Yay! Now we threaten priests! How fun~" exclaimed Morrigan in excitement.

"There's no need to threaten her" says Alistair to the Warden with disapproval,

"Silence Alistair, this doesn't concern you. I engaged the conversation, and I will succeed in ending it"

"Don't make me call the guards!"

"Hpmh...like your guards can aid you. They're spread out thin as is!" The Warden sighs and pinches the bridge of his noise in frustration, he lowers his head down and softens his voice and calms down, he swished his head upwards and looks at the Revered mother with a slightly heartfelt look "Do you really think it holy to leave a living being inside a cage to rot?" asks the Warden, "Surely your holiness could spare him some redemption."

The Revered mother looks at him with spite, as Morrigan and Alistair look at his turn in tone in surprise.

"First you threaten me, then you wish to coax me? Begone from my chambers!" yelled the Revered mother.

The Warden's soft eyes soon turn into a fierce gaze. He looks at her for a few seconds which causes Alistair to become slightly nervous.

"Fine" He said distastefully before exiting her chambers and the Chantry with Alistair and Morrigan following from behind.

"And here I thought you were going to rip out her eyes" said Morrigan.

"You really shouldn't have taken that approach with her" said Alistair as they walked away from the Chantry.

"Taken that approach with who?" said a familiar voice from behind.

The Warden, Morrigan, and Alistair all turned around and saw the Dragonborn, who they realized had changed clothing.

"You're back" said Alistair slightly surprised and pleased to see her.

"Were where you?" asked the Warden sternly.

"Relax Loverboy, I merely went to gather some entail as to where we might be heading to next"

"Loverboy?" he mumbled in questioning, "Enough with your pestering nicknames...you will address me as Warden"

"Warden? Not your real name? Alright, whatever tickles your fancy. I couldn't over help hearing your problem with some woman, thus I just had to address your utter failure." The Dragonborn chuckled.

"Not just some woman, the Revered mother" explained Alistair in all seriousness.

"Revered who?" asked the Dragonborn, tilting her head and raising a brow.

"The Revered mother, she is the lady of the Chantry." Alistair said.

"Like a priest?"

"Yes, I suppose you could say that"

"So let me get this straight-You were trying to get with the priest!" blurted the Dragonborn in wide-eyes to the Warden before bursting out laughing.

"N-No you idiot!" yelled the Warden in anger and in embarrassment. How he wanted to strangle this girl!

The Dragonborn stops laughing and looks at him, "Wait" she says trying to piece together what they're talking about, "You lost me" she said admitting her struggle.

"We were trying to receive a key from the Revered mother to free a caged prisoner" explained the Warden, "But she strongly refused my request"

"Request? It was more like a demand..." informed Alistair.

"Not at first" replied the Warden.

"Ok, so you asked her for the key, and she didn't give it to you? Why didn't you just take it from her?" asked the Dragonborn.

"I don't know." said the Warden as he looked away and walked ahead.

While walking through Lothering, The Dragonborn finally came into view of a cage holding a prisoner, "Is that your guy?" asked the Dragonborn.

"That's the Qunari" said Alistair.

"The what? He looks like an Orc to me." thought the Dragonborn as she gave a funny look of confusement through her face.

"A what?" asked Alistair.

"An Orc? You know, a big green muscular Orc with an under-bite..." explained the Dragonborn which caused Alistair and the Warden to both raise an eyebrow from that description.

The Dragonborn then walks up to the cage.

"What are you doing?" asks the Warden.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm breaking him out" she said.

"Oh, really? how?" asked the Warden sarcastically in doubt.

"I'm the best damn thief in all of Sk-Ferelden..." she said.

She then put her left foot against the cage and grabbed a small pick concealed inside her left shoe. She then began to pick the lock. She began to turn the pick inside the lock slowly to find the right-

It broke.

'What the-' thought the Dragonborn, 'Shit-I'll have to try again'

"Best damn thief in all of Ferelden" mocked the Warden.

"Yeah, yeah" said the Dragonborn in a cool tone.

It took her twelve tries and she still couldn't pick that lock.

'For the love of Nocternal, why have you deserted me!' she thought frustrated.

"Where did you say that key was?" The Dragonborn finally asked the Warden.

"In the Chantry with the Revered mother" he said with a victorious smirk.

"Gotcha, I'll be right back with that key" said the Dragonborn with an annoyed glare.

The Dragonborn made her way back towards the Chantry where Hawke told her that it was dangerous at. Paying his warnings no mind, the Dragonborn made her way inside the Chantry.

There was many refugees inside praying to their god.

She looked around for the Revered mother that was said to have had the key.

"Um, excuse me" asked the Dragonborn to some man in armor, "Do you know where I can find the Revered mother?"

"Um, yes. She is straight ahead in the eastern chambers." he said. As soon as he said that the Dragonborn headed off and ended the conversation.

She spotted her. The Revered mother was sitting on a chair with a room filled with books, and she had a very disturbed look on her face as if she had come from a bad argument and was recollecting it. The place did look holy; however, so did this entire Chantry. It was someplace the Dragonborn wasn't even partly used to being at. She decided not to engage the Revered mother and to just steal the key right from under her. Thus, when no one was looking, she magically made herself invisible and walked silently towards her and skillfully picked her pocket of the key undetected, then made her way secretly out of the Chantry and became visible beside the Chantry where no one was looking.

She then walked back towards the cage and saw the Warden and his group from a distance.

While finally approaching them, she handed the Warden the key.

"It would seem you are of some use" muttered the Warden.

The Warden then walked over towards the cage.

"You wish something more of me?" asked The Qunari.

"I have the key to open your cage" he says.

"I confess, I did not think the priestess would part with it" the Qunari said.

"Your now under my custody" said the Warden

"So be it" said the Qunari, "Set me free and I will follow you against the Blight"

"What skills do you acquire?" asked the Warden.

"I spent my life in the vanguard. I know war. And your lands need all the help they could get" he replied.

"Very well, I hereby free you"

The Warden then opens his cage.

"So it is done" said the Qunari, "I shall follow you into battle, and in doing so I shall find my atonement"

"And so you shall"

"My we proceed? I am eager to be elsewhere"

He then joined the group and they made their way towards the gates heading towards the bridge to exit Lothering. On the way heading to leave the gates stood a red-headed beauty in a rose-pink dress.

"Oh, hello again. So will you let me help you? Will you let me come?" asked the red-headed woman to the Warden.

"You again?" said the Warden in annoyance.

"Another woman!? First the Revered mother and now this red-head? Well aren't you breaking hearts all over the place" teased The Dragonborn with a devious smirk across her face.

Alistair lightly smiled in amusement.

"She's just some demented woman we met at a tavern" he explained piqued.

"She sounds like fun" said the Dragonborn.

"Hmph, one demented woman in my group is one to many" retorted the Warden.

"I'll be honest. When I heard about the darkspawn, I felt something urging me to leave my sheltered life of the cloister and do something. Anything. And then the vision...It cannot be coincidence. That you were brought here so soon after I was called by the maker." said the red-headed woman.

The Warden slightly chuckles at her ridiculous words.

"Her plea seems wholehearted and even though she seems a little...strange. She does have skill. I vote to let her come along." says Alistair to the Warden in vote of her joining.

"Alistair, she's one Archdemon short of a Blight" replied the Warden.

"Yes, but she seems more..."Ooh, pretty colors" than, "Muahaha! I am Princess Stabbity! Stab, kill, kill!" explained Alistair which caused the Dragonborn to smirk in amusement.

"Fine" said the Warden reluctantly.

"Thank you! I won't let you down, I promise!" she says.

The Warden, Morrigan, Alistair, The Qunari named Sten, The Dragonborn, The red-headed bard named Leliana, and Hunter now all walked towards the bridge which headed out of Lothering.

Alistair and The Dragonborn came at a halt when they sensed the Darkspawns nearby.

"There are Darkspawn ahead" warned Alistair to the group, which then caused the Warden to draw his sword and charge into the herd along with Hunter, where he is then followed and aided by Alistair and Morrigan.

The Dragonborn then grabs an ebony mace poking out of her inventory and tosses it to Sten, who instantly grabs it.

"Go and clobber them" she tells him in a carefree tone, completely unfazed in the slightest about the Darkspawns presence.

Without paying her no mind, he runs to aid the Warden in combat, as he begins to fight the Darkspawn, he begins to take notice of the mace in which she gave. It was an oddly looking black mace that didn't look normal. It caught his attention that it was really piercing through the flesh of the Darkspawn as if they were made out of butter.

"You're not going to help them?" asked Leliana to the Dragonborn as she looked at her as she observe the battle.

'Why isn't she assisting them?' she wondered.

"Nah, I think I'm going to sit this one out" she replied, "Besides, shouldn't 'you' be helping?" asked the Dragonborn.

"Well, yes. I should" she said before running off and pulling out her daggers to join the fight.

"Daggers?" mumbled the Dragonborn in disbelief.

Within a few minutes the small herd was wiped out.

*Clap* *Clap* "Excellent job!" exclaimed The Dragonborn, "You really made short work of them" she said with a smile.

"This is the second time today!" yelled the Warden, "These were Darkspawn, not bandits!" he explained.

"Yes, yes, I am not blind. I am well aware of the enemies in which I encounter" replied the Dragonborn.

"Why didn't you help this time? Was it because you thought I was capable in killing them all?" he asks.

"Not at all" said the Dragonborn, "I figured your two new recruits would be a big help, thus decided to stay back and watch them in action, while I..." she said while walking towards two small dwarfs, "Stand right here and keep and eye on these guys-Dwemer!" she said while looking at the two dwarfs in sudden realization and shock. She soon fainted by this unlikely discovery.

"For the love of Andraste" said the Warden slightly surprised that she fainted.

"Uh..." said the Dwarf speechless from the Dragonborn's little episode, he looks at the Warden and thanks him for rescuing him and his son.

"We were just doing our job" the Warden replied before ignoring the conversation and picking up the dazed out Dragonborn off the floor. He then continued to walk out towards the exit of Lothering while carrying her.

"Wait!" said the Dwarf causing the Warden to look back, "The names Bodahn Feddic, merchant and entrepreneur. This is my son Sandal. Say hello, my boy" said Bodahn.

"Hello" said Sandal.

"The road's been mighty dangerous these days. Mind if I ask what brings you out here? Perhap's we're going the same way?" asks Bodahn.

"I doubt you wish to travel with a Grey Warden" said the Warden in responce.

"Grey Wardens, hm? My, that does explain a lot. No offence, but I suspect there is more excitement down your path then my boy and I can handle. Allow me to bid you farewell and good fortune, though"

"Goodbye" said Sandal.

"Now then, Let's get this mess cleaned up, shall we?" said Bodahn to Sandal.

The Warden then continued to walk out of Lothering with the group while still holding the unconscious Dragonborn in his arms.

'Luckily, she's wearing clothes and not the strange armor from before' thought the Warden as he carried her, 'She's pretty light'

*Hours later*

Sigh~

Hours had already past and they were all already out of Lothering, yet the Dragonborn still was out of it. The Warden was already fed up with the uncomfortable feeling of holding her in his arms while leading the group through the forest in search of a reasonable place to start-up camp.

"Is she okay?" asked Leliana to the Warden as he gently placed the still unconscious Dragonborn against a tree.

He looked at the Dragonborn and snapped his fingers towards her face to awaken her, "Wake up" he commanded lowly in his normal tone, which didn't give him any response. He lightly tapped her face, "Come on, wake up" he said normally this time with hardly any commanding tone.

"Fuck off, Brynolf..." she mummbled in her sleep.

"Brynolf?" asked the Warden.

"Someone tell him to let me sleep" mumbled the Dragonborn in her sleep, "or else all you blasted thieves will get it!"

"It's time for you to wake up" said The Warden.

"Perhaps, we should just let her rest" suggested Leliana.

"Fine" said The Warden. He wasn't really determined to wake her.

"We set up camp here" he informed the group.

It had taken them a little over an hour to completely set up camp, and yet, the Dragonborn still was asleep.

Alistair and Leliana were standing beside her looking at her and trying to decide on what they should do with her.

"I don't wanna set up a brothel..." whined the Dragonborn in her sleep.

Alistair and Leliana each looked at one another wondering what in Andraste was she possibly dreaming about.

"For the last time Niruin, leave me alone...I said no"

" I wonder what she's dreaming about" asked Leliana.

"This Niruin person I take it..." replied Alistair.

"I wonder who that is?" asked Leliana.

"I don't know, but it seems he wants to set up a brothel"

Leliana giggles.

"This Dragonborn is rather strange, isn't she?" asked Leliana.

"So it would seem"

"FOr ThE LasT TiMe I SaiD NO!" yelled the Dragonborn as she slept which caused Morrigan, Sten, and Hunter to all look at her due to her outburst, while The Warden was busy sharpening his blade near the fire.

"Don't make me stab you..." warned the Dragonborn in her dream.

"I was supposed to carry her to her tent...but know I'm a bit too nervous..." revealed Alistair with a troubled look to Leliana.

"Do you think she would stab you?" she asks.

"I don't really want to find out..." thought Alistair.

The Warden then put down his blade and walked towards them.

"Move" he said while walking in between Leliana and Alistair and picking up the Dragonborn.

"W-what?" mumbled the Dragonborn in her sleep.

"Silence woman. I'm just taking you to your tent" growled the Warden as he picked her up and tossed her upon his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

He made his way towards her empty tent, went inside with her still carried on his shoulder, and placed her slowly on top of her sleeping roll.

He looks at her sleeping face and sighs in defeat.

He didn't know whither or not if he was annoyed in helping her or not. She had been a bother during the entire day. She refused to help him during the fight with the highwaymen, and mysteriously left somewhere unknown during their passing in Lothering, came back and helped free the Qunari, then refused again to help aid in a fight, and then suddenly fainted by the sight of a dwarf.

'Maker, what's her deal' The Warden thought as he was covering her up.

She lightly drops something from her hand, and he looks at it.

It was the lock from Sten's cage, and the key to it.

'Why does she have this?' he thought to himself as he looked at her in wonder.

"Vilkas..." whispered the Dragonborn.

"Vilkas?" repeated the Warden wondering who or what that is.

He then placed the lock and key beside her and left the tent.

*A few hours ago*

"May we proceed? I am eager to be elsewhere" said Sten.

Sten soon walked towards the group and they all began to walk towards the gates to leave Lothering.

The Dragonborn briefly lured away from the group and walked towards the cage and grabbed the unlocked lock and the key.

"What are you doing, my Listener?" asked Lucien who had just returned from his brief absence.

"Taking this lock" she said, "It would seem, it is rather different from the ones back in Skyrim. I had a hard time opening it, guess I'll have to practice on this lock to adjust" she explained.

"Practice does make perfect" said Lucien.

"Practice 'does' make perfect" said The Dragonborn before she made her way back towards the group.

Well, I haven't played D.A.2 in a while, I hope Hawke's character came out a bit like himself at least a little. I plan on making the next chapter a bit more focused on him. I chose to make him the humorous Hawke and make him a bit family focused (maybe) The armor in which the Dragonborn described is The Fugitive's Mantle, and the staff was Staff of Parthalan. I figured that it was likely. I hope that you were satisfied with their encounter, seeing as how I'm still in the D.A.O story line.

As for the Warden, I was trying to make you see some softness in his character. I don't want you guys to get confused about him and the Dragonborn. He wasn't doing those things out of 'love', merely obligation...or was he? (0_0) Oh well...

As for the Dragonborn slacking off, How will anyone's skills develop if she kills everything. I decided to make her a bit passive at times.

Her name will be revealed eventually, seeing as how she almost slipped it to Hawke.

Oh, and I thought I'd mention when she said, 'painting the town red' to Morrigan, she secretly meant she might kill somebody...lol~

Ok, so can any of you readers guess her name? It's quite fitting, and also, I want to know if I should stick to the story line of killing of Hawke's siblings...if so then who? I was planning on letting them live.

Well, if you have any thing to say then leave a comment ^_^

Oh, and Flemeth, she plays a big part in the story. When I wrote the last chapter it didn't occur to me what part she could play. Thanks to one of my readers and their comment, I will hint this.

"Why have Morrigan, when she is more powerful" (Unfortunately, Flemeth will be mentioned later in the story probably when all the character's in the Warden's group are familiar with each other)