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The elf was very surprised when the Queen of Ferelden called him a friend. The pair had only interacted briefly a handful of times before, most of which they never directly spoke to one another. The first had been when the royal family had decided to see the Ferelden Circle and the living conditions therein for themselves, the two children speaking briefly but not much else occurring. Otherwise, they had the occasional interaction during his time as a Grey Warden apprentice and once when he had been made a Senior Warden shortly after a rather explosive incident regarding the Denerim alienage that might have gotten him exiled were he not acting on Grey Warden business. But, still, he was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth and was elated to know that he had their support.
Glancing at his fellows for a moment before paying full heed to the queen, speaking kindly. "You are most generous, Your Majesty. However, I believe it would be far more prudent to skip the formalities and begin discussing a plan. After all, I have been rather… occupied for the past three years."
"Of course, of course. You're not wrong, Arrahel. We have much to discuss. Thedas is in a terrible state as it is. Please, come this way."
Queen Alexandra led her patrons down a corridor towards Landsmeet Hall. The corridor was decorated with natural sun and an adequate amount of intricate portraits of Alexandra's distant relatives and immediate family hanging on the walls. Landsmeet Hall was large and rather quiet for the afternoon. A few guards stood here and there, however, overall the hall was peace in itself. A beautiful blue carpet decorated with gold trimmings centered on the floor and Queen Alexandra's banner were raised high and true.
"Please, make yourselves at home. There's plenty of room for everyone."
Setting his own polearm and the affixed Grey Warden heraldry against a nearby wall, Arrahel looked around the room for a moment, the palace still frozen as it was when he had last visited so long ago. But, of course, now was not the time to reminisce- now was the time for action. Luxury could wait for another time and another place. Dropping his pack and his shield beside his polearm for the time being (although keeping a rather tight grip on his staff), the Warden-Commander quickly moved to stand beside the queen once more, cautiously eager to begin the proceedings as his baritone echoed throughout the great hall.
"Your hospitality is most warming, Your Highness. Still, we should trim the fat as soon as possible and discuss Ferelden's defenses, as well as where the rest of the world stands. If any nation has fallen to the darkspawn then I fear this Blight will be among one of the longest ever seen."
"Ferelden is holding their forts up rather well, much to my surprise. The darkspawn are relentless demons, nevertheless. We've had a few scattered groups of darkspawn on occasion. The most recent one was a few days ago down at The Crown and Lion in Amaranthine. The guards keep an eye on the alleyways, back roads, and open roads at all the time so that they can be there to serve when the innocent cannot serve themselves. It's worse in the far west of Orlais and Tevinter though."
"I see…" Arrahel scratched at his chin, crossing his arms afterward. "It looks like our first stop, then, will be by Amaranthine Keep to resupply and check on the Crown and Lion. After that, we'll probably start reaffirming allegiances and make our path to Orlais. What say you, my friends?" The Warden-Commander then looked over to his adventuring companions and Grey Warden neophytes, anticipating their inputs.
Glancing at his fellows for a moment before paying full heed to the queen, speaking kindly. "You are most generous, Your Majesty. However, I believe it would be far more prudent to skip the formalities and begin discussing a plan. After all, I have been rather… occupied for the past three years."
"Of course, of course. You're not wrong, Arrahel. We have much to discuss. Thedas is in a terrible state as it is. Please, come this way."
Queen Alexandra led her patrons down a corridor towards Landsmeet Hall. The corridor was decorated with natural sun and an adequate amount of intricate portraits of Alexandra's distant relatives and immediate family hanging on the walls. Landsmeet Hall was large and rather quiet for the afternoon. A few guards stood here and there, however, overall the hall was peace in itself. A beautiful blue carpet decorated with gold trimmings centered on the floor and Queen Alexandra's banner were raised high and true.
"Please, make yourselves at home. There's plenty of room for everyone."
Setting his own polearm and the affixed Grey Warden heraldry against a nearby wall, Arrahel looked around the room for a moment, the palace still frozen as it was when he had last visited so long ago. But, of course, now was not the time to reminisce- now was the time for action. Luxury could wait for another time and another place. Dropping his pack and his shield beside his polearm for the time being (although keeping a rather tight grip on his staff), the Warden-Commander quickly moved to stand beside the queen once more, cautiously eager to begin the proceedings as his baritone echoed throughout the great hall.
"Your hospitality is most warming, Your Highness. Still, we should trim the fat as soon as possible and discuss Ferelden's defenses, as well as where the rest of the world stands. If any nation has fallen to the darkspawn then I fear this Blight will be among one of the longest ever seen."
"Ferelden is holding their forts up rather well, much to my surprise. The darkspawn are relentless demons, nevertheless. We've had a few scattered groups of darkspawn on occasion. The most recent one was a few days ago down at The Crown and Lion in Amaranthine. The guards keep an eye on the alleyways, back roads, and open roads at all the time so that they can be there to serve when the innocent cannot serve themselves. It's worse in the far west of Orlais and Tevinter though."
"I see…" Arrahel scratched at his chin, crossing his arms afterward. "It looks like our first stop, then, will be by Amaranthine Keep to resupply and check on the Crown and Lion. After that, we'll probably start reaffirming allegiances and make our path to Orlais. What say you, my friends?" The Warden-Commander then looked over to his adventuring companions and Grey Warden neophytes, anticipating their inputs.