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Ser Ethan Urbain Rose | Chevalier | Brecilian Forest
It appeared that Ser Ethan was too late to meet with the Expedition, just missing the party leaving by the time he arrived at the Capital of Ferelden. An atrocious sight with awful smells for a Capital City, one that proved the Fereldens were nothing more than unwashed dogs and barbarians compared to the Orlesian Empire. Time was of the essence to meet with young Fergus and his Expidition, but Ethan needed to learn of their whereabouts. He requested audience with Queen Alexandria, but in her stead Valora came to him. Valora was a...friendly and familiar face to the Chevalier, the two have dueled against one another in the past. They were travelling south to Brecilian forest instead of heading towards the Free Marches like originally planned.
The sun would be setting soon and Ser Ethan had to regrettably leave for the Expedition, but he promised Valora that they will duel once more in the upcoming future. Without time to spare, he departed the city of Denerim and traveled South to Brecilian Forest. He encountered nothing on the roads, only deep prints that led Ethan the way to the group of travelers. When the Chevalier finally reached the entrance of the forest, the sun was starting to set over the horizon and it grew increasingly hard to follow the tracks but he would have to make due.
Traveling on foot was grueling, it truly was but he made it to the small encampment in due time and was instantly disappointed in how ill prepared they all were. They were all relaxing and chatting, seeming to be fat on a full belly and ready for sleep. Did Fergus have sentries placed? Shifts for who was on first watch? He did not go unnoticed when entering the camp, but he arrived rather quickly to the camps borders before he could feel more eyes fall on him. He wore his standard armor that any Chevalier would wear in a time of war or battle.
"Where is the Prince?" Ethan spoke with a smooth, masculine voice that held a strong Orlesian accent along with his appearance and armor. The fine armor with detail he wore showed just who he was and what Order he belonged to from Orlais, but Ethan didn't expect any of these people to know who his Order was. They all seemed uncultured when it came to Orlesian matters. A pity really as the Orlesians took interest in learning about their surrounding nations.
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