"You're a deserter," Wallace sneers at Teren, "You gave up that right." His smirk doesn't fade a bit as his gaze skims dismissively over the others, sliding right past Sam and Merrick. His teeth glimmer in the firelight as his lip curls at Ingrid. "You'll all see our leaders soon enough. Now either walk or be dragged."
He turns down the hall, and the rest of the Warden party accompanying him forces the four to fall into step, jostling or manhandling them into the group if need be. They head down the hall in silence, any other questions or comments offered completely ignored by Wallace, though the woman at his right shoulder keeps glancing at them, something uncertain in her eyes.
They are several corridors along before suddenly around a corner comes Warden-Commander Clarel, staff in hand and the furrows in her brow as deep as ever. "I will take them from here, Wallace," she says, dismissing the smarmy Warden from the front of the group with a raised hand. She sets a brisk pace down the hall, even faster than before and with no regard for shorter legs.
"The First Warden has taken control of Hossberg," she reports, words quick and clipped. It's difficult to read her mood beyond the ever-present worry and grim determination. "And there are reports of an archdemon over the city. If what you have said is true and Corypheus lives and Macrinus serves him, the Tevinter will soon try to take control of the Wardens and the demons. He must be stopped. He has ordered that you be brought to him, so you must distract him while I kill him."
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He turns down the hall, and the rest of the Warden party accompanying him forces the four to fall into step, jostling or manhandling them into the group if need be. They head down the hall in silence, any other questions or comments offered completely ignored by Wallace, though the woman at his right shoulder keeps glancing at them, something uncertain in her eyes.
They are several corridors along before suddenly around a corner comes Warden-Commander Clarel, staff in hand and the furrows in her brow as deep as ever. "I will take them from here, Wallace," she says, dismissing the smarmy Warden from the front of the group with a raised hand. She sets a brisk pace down the hall, even faster than before and with no regard for shorter legs.
"The First Warden has taken control of Hossberg," she reports, words quick and clipped. It's difficult to read her mood beyond the ever-present worry and grim determination. "And there are reports of an archdemon over the city. If what you have said is true and Corypheus lives and Macrinus serves him, the Tevinter will soon try to take control of the Wardens and the demons. He must be stopped. He has ordered that you be brought to him, so you must distract him while I kill him."