#aknightofsorrows

[renegxdemage]

( @aknightofsorrows  )

                          The assignment had been a simple one: they were to travel along the North Road as far as the Tarcaisne Ridge that bordered the Bannorn to make certain it was safe for trade and report any Darkspawn activity. A mundane scouting mission, to be sure.  It had barely been two days since their Joining and the Warden-Commander had already set them to work while they traveled to Amaranthine City. Anders would have preferred to accompany them there for reasons of his own but he but he was not about to protest. He glanced back at his companion who had stopped to inspect a burning wagon - one of many they had seen along the way. At leat he couldn’t complain about the company - thank the Maker it had not been that dwarf.

                          The Wardens walked on in silence for another half hour, both relieved to be left with their own thoughts. They hadn’t spoken much since the Joining and neither were quite ready to discuss it.

                             “ It’s going to be dark soon, Mhairi. “ They had been exploring the surrounding area and found nothing but scattered runes, empty fields and barrows. This must have been an ancient Alamarri burial site - or something. He was no expert. All that mattered was the rapidly fading daylight. As if to emphasize a point, Anders shrugged off his pack and staff. They were on a small rise - the North Road stretching out towards the west with the rest of the Arling beyond to the south and the Feravel Plains spread out to the north far as the eye could see. They could spot anyone approaching for miles yet they would be obscured from view by the ancient standing stones and old gnarled trees that grew around them.

                  “ I say this is a good enough spot as any to set up camp. What do you think? ”