Saves walked with a quickness, guiding him across the cold stone. His white hair fell just past his shoulders, lying straight against him. Saves mind darted between topics, finally landing on the most important one, the darkspawn that flooded ostagar. Savas managed to lead a small army of 400 men away from the bloodbath, crossing Ferelden, making it to the Soldiers Peak. Men, Women and even children fought against the horde, holding the darkspawn back until Fereldens Templers arrived, only saving 103 people, then abounding Ostagar. Savas voice raged, booming through the halls. Recanting from the entrance hall. "Wardens! A threat have arrived! Darkspawn flood your lands! Please! Answer my call!" A quite clap roared through the hall, slowly making its way towards the entrance hall. A man, appearing to be in his late 40s stood before Savas, his clothing was of the tevinter Imperium, coving all his body but his head. His hair was long, ending at the bottom of his neck. His hair was a light shade of brown, while a 5'oclock shadow covered his chin. "Fereldens Gray Wardens have all but left, or been sent to Ostagar to defend against the horde. Yet, a elf, more importantly, a Tevinter Imperium elf stands before me, and hopes to what? To help SAVE this country? this country will fall, and our, well, my country well rule its lands." The man took another step towards Savas, putting his metal gloves in the air, and sending a small sized fireball from his hand towards Savas. Savas managed to sidestep, the fireball grazing his leather armor. Then, running towards the man, Savas managed a small jump, pulling his staff from his side and sending a massive wave of ice from it as he landed. The man, still holding his hands up, summand a circle of fire around him, blocking the ice, melting it on touch. Savas, feeling the flame, covered his face, taking a couple of steps back. "Your magic is strong, but do you truly know how to use it?" The man, again, sent another fireball towards Savas, aiming it at his armored chest. Savas was kicked back, his metal boots scarping against the ground as he struggled to hold him self, fire burning his chest. aiming his staff at his chest Savas sent a slight chill, exterminating the flame. Savas face twisted, his red eyes focused on the strange man, "May the maker have pity." With that, Savas sent his final attack, holding his staff up, a thick lighting bolt flying from it, tearing into the mans stomach.