Throughout the journey Felix had seemed almost cheery, though not enough to hum or get annoying. He just in general had a pretty positive outlook when he traveled with Wardens. Sure there was sleeping on the floor, and traveling through the Deep Roads, and Oghren - but honestly all of that was better than being dead.
At first, he had hangs back, mostly to let the people who knew the Warden-Commander greet him first.
"Chairs are always welcome after a long journey," he comments lightly. When attention is given him he salutes and introduces himself simply as 'Felix.' He isn't sure if any of these people have heard about what his Father did in Redcliffe and would rather avoid that if he can.
Well if this is a trap he figures he's lived a solid life and he's told Felsi where he went. So at least if things go wrong she can scream bloody murder that the father of her child got sacrificed to some scary god or whatever. But anyway he has to take a piss and a latrine is probably better than a wall.
Or 'accidentally' on Teren.
"Heh. So I get a pretty girl huh? Stick with me and I'll show you what fun we could have after I take my piss." Classy.
After having just returned from a month-long ride there isn't a lot of thrill from Ciri to get started on another so suddenly but the fighting helps cull the boredom. She dislikes the Deep Roads as much as some of the others, too many thoughts and wondering about the future, but tearing through Darkspawn does wonders for ignoring things.
And when the Warden fortress finally appears, Ciri hangs at the back of the group and adjusts the weight of her sword with others handle the more formal introductions. There is no salutes from her and, in fact, her expression remains utterly neutral.
"A drink or two wouldn't be bad either after the horrors we faced," she muses eyeing Alistair. "And who would have ever guessed it would come in the form of cooking."
Bethany has decided, in this brief little interlude, that acceptance is the better part of valor, and lets everyone do whatever they like to do in this introduction. Her lips might be twitching anyways, but she holds her head up a little. She's the Senior Mage-Warden, anyways.
It also gives her a chance to feel out any magic that might be around. She wants this to be a good visit!
...but the last time they wanted a good visit they got Weisshaupt or the Winter Palace so she is. Taking a page from Teren and Nathaniel's books. Polite, friendly, secretly cautious.
She smiles back at the Warden Commander's joke, though, and then giggles at Ciri, before she tipped her head down into a bow.
"You've never faced real horror until someone puts a bowl of 'Surprise Stew' in front of you." She dimpled. "Just let us know where we can stow our gear, and we will be delighted to join you."
No one's glaring, no one's shooting him suspicious looks as they put together the numbers and figure out who he is. It's nice.
Which means it's most definitely a trap.
At least he can try to help keep everyone alive, since he knows it's a trap and everything will go wrong soon enough. Maybe they can have chairs and food before they get attacked. That would be a pleasant change.
"Right. Lead on. Let's see what your cook is up to. Alistair, why don't we have a cook? Is there some rule that says we must have so many Wardens before we get a cook and nice chairs?"
It's always best to seem distracted and looking for luxuries when you know you're going to get attacked.
"We could always use Oghren as a chair after he's relieved himself."
After introducing herself, Inessa and Garahel slip away towards Ciri. She's always more at ease with her best friend at her side...which is not to say she's entirely so at this moment. Ciri's reaction and expression are noted, and though Inessa doesn't regret showing some manners, she can guess as to her companion's thought process. Anyone from Weisshaupt will never again be so quick to trust Warden authority, though she can hope for at least a few moments' peace before the other shoe is dropped. So, she'll wait to be lead to wherever and hopefully Garahel's curious sniffing around won't unearth anything awful on the way.
Kaisa, fresh from a lengthy trip that was about as pleasant as this one, had few complaints to offer. With Puppy at her side, she just went about doing what she can to help out, whether that be grabbing firewood, or making sure she doesn't try to cook. You're all welcome. But it's still a relief to see the Warden fortress, and there's a definite pep in her step as they approach.
She's quick to salute at the appropriate time, and looks like she's about to match the Warden Commander's almost-grin. Finally. Look at this place. An actual Warden fortress, filled with actual Wardens, and not a demon to be seen.
"Thank you for the kind invitation! It's so great to be here, you have no idea what it's been like, even in the Inquisition. Even before the Inquisition!" Apparently Kaisa sees absolutely nothing suspicious, because she's already gravitating towards the gate, and the other Wardens, Puppy right by her side. "There has been some real bullshit going on, have you heard? You've probably heard. But you haven't heard heard, yanno what I mean?" And unless stopped, she's just going to be sidling up to the other Wardens, hands propped on her hips, a friendly smile on her lips, and apparently ready to cheerfully gossip about every single thing that's gone wrong since Jonas disappeared.
Velanna per usual is lingering towards the back of the group, eyes narrowed as she takes in all the jovial greetings with suspicion. Things didn't turn out well the last time they met with a larger force of Wardens. Really things, in general, hadn't gone well for any of them at any point in the past year.
While others introduce themselves, she remains silent. Really, they should know who she is already. Even among the Wardens Dalish are rare, and she's also gained the distinction of being one who traveled with Warden-Commander Cousland. If they don't know who she is, then someone else can explain it to them, because she can't be bothered.
There’s no out-of-place magic to sense—no weakness in the Veil, nothing to make any danger senses tingle. Humphreys is already turning to guide them into the fortress while the witty repartee about cooking and horrors and chairs goes on behind him—
(“If you want to go out and conscript a cook, Anders, and put them through the joining, then be my guest,” Alistair says somewhere in the background, wounded in a way that’s about 30% sincere. That was the best stew he’d ever made, and most of these Wardens are Fereldans, they shouldn’t be whining like a pack of delicate Orlesian nuns.)
—and some of his own Wardens linger to walk alongside the newcomers and listen, appreciative and curious.
“We heard there was an Archdemon in Ferelden,” one of them says to Kaisa, “and then we heard there wasn’t, and then we heard there was one in the Anderfels after all. That’s why we’re all here, though. We thought—well. We were going to go help. But the Anderfels—”
“Are a mess,” Humphreys supplies from the front, having apparently mastered the leadership skill of eavesdropping. “Like untangling a knot. If we pull the wrong string we might make it worse—you understand, Senior Warden,” he adds to Nathaniel in particular, looking back over his shoulder.
Ahead of them all, the Warden guiding Oghren to the privy snorts, but it’s half a laugh. “No one ever told me dwarves were charming,” she says. “And I guess this is why.” When there’s a clear line of sight across the courtyard, she points. “That way. And when you come out, the dining hall will be to your right. I’m sure you’ll hear us.”
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Nathaniel can only assume he was addressed because he was a noble. Increasingly, he is growing at ease, beginning to really believe they will have order and leadership at last. Everything here is welcoming and ordinary and that is a vast relief compared to everything they have experienced so far.
"If you know sewing, Commander, you would understand there is only the one string. The only way to untangle it is to loosen the center of the knot first."
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At first, he had hangs back, mostly to let the people who knew the Warden-Commander greet him first.
"Chairs are always welcome after a long journey," he comments lightly. When attention is given him he salutes and introduces himself simply as 'Felix.' He isn't sure if any of these people have heard about what his Father did in Redcliffe and would rather avoid that if he can.
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Or 'accidentally' on Teren.
"Heh. So I get a pretty girl huh? Stick with me and I'll show you what fun we could have after I take my piss." Classy.
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And when the Warden fortress finally appears, Ciri hangs at the back of the group and adjusts the weight of her sword with others handle the more formal introductions. There is no salutes from her and, in fact, her expression remains utterly neutral.
"A drink or two wouldn't be bad either after the horrors we faced," she muses eyeing Alistair. "And who would have ever guessed it would come in the form of cooking."
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It also gives her a chance to feel out any magic that might be around. She wants this to be a good visit!
...but the last time they wanted a good visit they got Weisshaupt or the Winter Palace so she is. Taking a page from Teren and Nathaniel's books. Polite, friendly, secretly cautious.
She smiles back at the Warden Commander's joke, though, and then giggles at Ciri, before she tipped her head down into a bow.
"You've never faced real horror until someone puts a bowl of 'Surprise Stew' in front of you." She dimpled. "Just let us know where we can stow our gear, and we will be delighted to join you."
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Which means it's most definitely a trap.
At least he can try to help keep everyone alive, since he knows it's a trap and everything will go wrong soon enough. Maybe they can have chairs and food before they get attacked. That would be a pleasant change.
"Right. Lead on. Let's see what your cook is up to. Alistair, why don't we have a cook? Is there some rule that says we must have so many Wardens before we get a cook and nice chairs?"
It's always best to seem distracted and looking for luxuries when you know you're going to get attacked.
"We could always use Oghren as a chair after he's relieved himself."
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She's quick to salute at the appropriate time, and looks like she's about to match the Warden Commander's almost-grin. Finally. Look at this place. An actual Warden fortress, filled with actual Wardens, and not a demon to be seen.
"Thank you for the kind invitation! It's so great to be here, you have no idea what it's been like, even in the Inquisition. Even before the Inquisition!" Apparently Kaisa sees absolutely nothing suspicious, because she's already gravitating towards the gate, and the other Wardens, Puppy right by her side. "There has been some real bullshit going on, have you heard? You've probably heard. But you haven't heard heard, yanno what I mean?" And unless stopped, she's just going to be sidling up to the other Wardens, hands propped on her hips, a friendly smile on her lips, and apparently ready to cheerfully gossip about every single thing that's gone wrong since Jonas disappeared.
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While others introduce themselves, she remains silent. Really, they should know who she is already. Even among the Wardens Dalish are rare, and she's also gained the distinction of being one who traveled with Warden-Commander Cousland. If they don't know who she is, then someone else can explain it to them, because she can't be bothered.
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(“If you want to go out and conscript a cook, Anders, and put them through the joining, then be my guest,” Alistair says somewhere in the background, wounded in a way that’s about 30% sincere. That was the best stew he’d ever made, and most of these Wardens are Fereldans, they shouldn’t be whining like a pack of delicate Orlesian nuns.)
—and some of his own Wardens linger to walk alongside the newcomers and listen, appreciative and curious.
“We heard there was an Archdemon in Ferelden,” one of them says to Kaisa, “and then we heard there wasn’t, and then we heard there was one in the Anderfels after all. That’s why we’re all here, though. We thought—well. We were going to go help. But the Anderfels—”
“Are a mess,” Humphreys supplies from the front, having apparently mastered the leadership skill of eavesdropping. “Like untangling a knot. If we pull the wrong string we might make it worse—you understand, Senior Warden,” he adds to Nathaniel in particular, looking back over his shoulder.
Ahead of them all, the Warden guiding Oghren to the privy snorts, but it’s half a laugh. “No one ever told me dwarves were charming,” she says. “And I guess this is why.” When there’s a clear line of sight across the courtyard, she points. “That way. And when you come out, the dining hall will be to your right. I’m sure you’ll hear us.”
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"If you know sewing, Commander, you would understand there is only the one string. The only way to untangle it is to loosen the center of the knot first."