Griffin took a swig from his mug of dwarven ale, listening to Zadkiel as the flavors of the cheese mingled with that of the drink. With a swallow the qunari prepared his rebuttal, however the other Warden moved off. Grif shook his head at his brooding friend and turned his nose back to his book, and the adventures of the Herald of Andraste enclosed within its pages.
His attention, like that of everyone the hall, was snatched by the creak of a specific door opening. Had anyone managed a studying look of the Tal-Vashoth they may have noticed the intensity of his eyes sharpening as he studied the leaders. Grif recalled upon his days as a fur trader to gain hints of the final decision.
That the elf lead the departure from the room hinted that Grif might not be the only one with doubts of her sincerity; And that she did not wait for him to join her, and Raziel didn't rush ahead to do so, told the qunari that neither party was fully happy with the final agreement. Leaurnas smile however told Grif what he needed to know.
The big warden was already in the process of volunteering when the request was made. His eyes took in the other volunteers, noting the unsurprising number among the Legionnaires. As he was listed as those who would be departing Grif retook his chair. Part of his mind was going over what he might need and dismissing much on the list. At the Commander’s joke the horned man lifted a chunk of cheese in salute, before popping it into his mouth. At the dismissal Griffin stayed seated, finishing a few more pages before heading to his quarters and preparing for the voyage.
***The next day in Fereldan***
Grif stood patiently through the speech, his private habit of turning over each sentence searching for secrets didn't prevent him from nodding and cheering where appropriate. Once the boarding was to begin the oxman found himself surrounded by a group of locals. The big warden was big smiles as he received presents for the trip.
Recipes from the millers widow, who had no one else to give them to. A small keg of the homebrewed ale a local dwarven trader made. The local taverns famous cheese, and of course a basket of cookies and pastries from the bakery. Each gift was pleasantly accepted and received the proper promises in return. The most common of them was that as soon as he returned Griffin would pay them a visit.
Separating himself from some of the best cooks he’d ever known Grif made his way toward the ship. He stopped briefly besides the Warden-Commander as the elder watched Zadkiel board. “I’ll do what I can to keep him from too much trouble. No promises though.” The qunari muttered before handing a cheese knife to Raziel. “If we come back alive you better still have this. It’ll be lucky, and thus I’ll have a favorite.”
With a wink to the commander and a wave to those still gathered on the docks Grif disappeared onto the ship. Immediately heading below to locate quarters he could be semi-comfortable in.
Arawn zoned out the nearby conversations and closed his eyes. The dwarf quietly napped until the room fell dead silent. His eyes zeroed in on the Warden Commander. As soon as the human asked for volunteers Arawn was on his feet. “Aye.” The dwarf loudly stated, among several of his brother legionaries. The legionary retired after the general dismissal.
***The next day in Fereldan***
Arawn woke before dawn, not that dawn mattered to a subterranean race. The legionary was woken by a comrade and sent to join a group meeting with the detachment leader. The Legion of the Dead was assigned to the deep roads under Vigil’s Keep to assist the wardens in maintaining the security of the fortress and to offer aid to those who answer the Calling amd start the Long Walk.
The legion commander waited until the twelve dwarves he’d selected arrived before he spoke. “Some of you volunteered and others were selected because you weren't able to volunteer. You are to follow the warden’s orders until you find an entrance to the deep roads.”
The dwarf motioned to eight of the twelve, they were dressed in light armor and looked rugged “You will enter the deep roads and locate the path towards Orzammar; I’ve sent word to Orzammar, the rest of the Legion should be searching for the path on this side. Should you find make use of the lyrium explosives and seal it.”
“You four stay with the Wardens.” The old dwarf said turning to Arawn and the other three. “Ensure they get their job done. If we can't find the path then killing the Archdemon will have to do.”
“Grab your gear and go kill as many of the bastards as you can.” The dwarf said dismissing the twelve with a wave. Arawn returned to his room and claimed his Maul and pack and headed to the docks and then the ship.
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