Denerim Estate with Isador.
The Templar Captain shrugged, and leaned on the door way. "Despite what you say, there are many of us in the Order who still look up to you. You were a paragon to the Order, and an inspiration to many... Still are as well." He paused for a minute to let the words sink in and carefully choose his next words. "What I want to know is what happened, from you. I know what the Chantry claimed to have happened, but I want to hear it from the mouth of the Black Axe himself."
QuickSilver wrote:"That I am," Varidius responded automatically. "You know my name, are you part of the Knight-Commander's camp, then? I am to see him."
The old man hobbled up to the Templar and looked up at him, he had piercing blue eyes that appeared to search a soul as he studied the Templar.
"Hmm, yes... I see him in you, your father. He would have been so proud to see how his boy grew up into such a strong young man," replied the old man with a smile. "I knew your father, many years ago. He was a good man... and a good friend. You may call me Antonidas, Ser Hollander. I am a servant to Commander Tirion. He sent me to escort you to his camp." Valmyria Windstrider
- Redcliffe Castle
Valmyria followed her guide through the castle, and kept her cloak about her, and the hood up. She noted guard placement, and the activity around them as they winding through the main keep to the back. "The Arl is with his War Council in the gardens," reported her captain as they stopped at a heavy wooden door. "they just started."
Valmyria pushed the door open and allowed the breeze to gentle tug at her cloak. The gardens were beautiful, a true wonder to behold, but what caught her attention was the arguing under the stone gazebo.
"-too few in numbers to be able to hold troops in a position like that and maintain our own defenses!" argued a rather large man. "We can not commit this many troops to Ostagard in the middle of the season without solid proof."
"We must prepare our defenses though" replied a slender, middle aged man.
"Against what? There isn't an enemy out there, just rumors and fear."
"There is something moving out there, we just can't see it yet," countered a fairly young man. "We have to be rea-"
"Are you mad?" shrieked the large man. "There isn't anything out there. We need solid proof or else Redcliffe is going to fall just as Fereldin is. The people aren't going to stand for us mobilizing out of a rumor. they are going to see it as a means of us flexing our muscles in response to these "Peasant Rebellions" that are starting to pop up. We need to focus on this problem which is real. Also the Elves and the Wardens-"
"Enough!" commanded a figure still in his chair. He had on simple clothes, but the red sword of Redcliffe hung by his side. The man appeared to be well fit, but had flecks of grey in his hair. Although he still walked and held himself as a young man and full of energy, it could be seen that his glory days are about to come to an end. "I have summoned you here to work this out, not bicker... it seems as if we have company anyways." He rose and greeted the small group with a bow.
"My Lady Windstrider," he said. "I am pleased to have the advise and council of the Wardens here at this time. Tell me, will Commander Lothar be coming up soon?"
Valmyria forced a smile and bowed."I'm afraid not, I will be here representing the Wardens."
"Hmm," said the Arl with his brow furrowed. "Very well then, come, you and your Wardens are invited to join us. We could use fresh opinions and new perspectives. Allow me to introduce you to my councilors. This large man is Relind Arlsong, Bann of Honnleath. Here is Justin Relvance, son of Bann Relvance of Rainesfere, who is representing his father today. That slender fellow is is Bann Carl Worthington of Lothering, and the silent fellow is General Warfeild of the Redcliffe Army."
The Arl turned and looked at the Warden-Commander's companions. "I'm sorry, I know a little of Lady Windstrider here, but who are you fine gentlemen?"
The general glanced over at Arvashok. "Hmm, a Qunari. It's about time we had a skilled warrior present."