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l THE WITCH, HER AGENT, AND THE WARDEN l
The witch was beginning to think that perhaps she had overestimated the Prince in the courtyard. Back then he had been able to use his brain to think critically but the effects of having both a loud mouthed city elf and an unstable lyrium addict allowed in the group was beginning to annoy her. Fergus was still young and relatively untested in the grand scheme of things. Scowling silently to herself in the front Isadora prepared herself to take the reigns if he proved too weak for the task.
The decision to camp or not had brought on the first of what Isadora knew would be a series of conflicts between her and the Prince. But despite her warnings the majority voted to camp the night and she had no intention to begin a rebellion so soon. Instead the witch shot Fergus a glare as she stepped off to the side while he began to make orders. It was at this time the chevalier approached her with an odd glint of severity in his eyes as he addressed for for the first time.
"I know this is their territory, chevalier. I'm afraid my magic does not extend to tracking their movements in detail." She answered with a glib tongue. One ivory eyebrow raised above her amber gaze as she grew curious. Isadora wanted to know what was his intentions behind asking but much to her annoyance Fergus began giving out orders.
He had the warriors of the group and the lyrium addict set up the tents with the women's tents a fair distance from the men's. Each one housed two tenants but the leader left who bunked with whom to them. Fergus had the Dalish keeper as well as the witch herself create a fire big enough for the lot of them. It was then the rogues he had go out in search of food.
Night beset them by the time the rogues returned with enough game to feed everyone. Isadora volunteered to bunk with the Famished though she had no intentions of sleeping anywhere near that disgusting creature -- instead the witch would let it have the tent to itself while the she would sleep in one of the nearby trees.
Isadora, who had earlier turned into a bear to hunt fish in a nearby creek as that was what she was craving in particular, dropped her catch on a spot near the fire before taking to her place on the outskirts of the camp. With curious eyes she watched as everyone began to settle down.
Now that there was nothing to distract them would they turn to sharing stories of glory? Or would annoyances begin to take place? Isadora did not know -- though she paid extra attention to the Famished who up until that point had remain solitary.
The witch was beginning to think that perhaps she had overestimated the Prince in the courtyard. Back then he had been able to use his brain to think critically but the effects of having both a loud mouthed city elf and an unstable lyrium addict allowed in the group was beginning to annoy her. Fergus was still young and relatively untested in the grand scheme of things. Scowling silently to herself in the front Isadora prepared herself to take the reigns if he proved too weak for the task.
The decision to camp or not had brought on the first of what Isadora knew would be a series of conflicts between her and the Prince. But despite her warnings the majority voted to camp the night and she had no intention to begin a rebellion so soon. Instead the witch shot Fergus a glare as she stepped off to the side while he began to make orders. It was at this time the chevalier approached her with an odd glint of severity in his eyes as he addressed for for the first time.
"I know this is their territory, chevalier. I'm afraid my magic does not extend to tracking their movements in detail." She answered with a glib tongue. One ivory eyebrow raised above her amber gaze as she grew curious. Isadora wanted to know what was his intentions behind asking but much to her annoyance Fergus began giving out orders.
He had the warriors of the group and the lyrium addict set up the tents with the women's tents a fair distance from the men's. Each one housed two tenants but the leader left who bunked with whom to them. Fergus had the Dalish keeper as well as the witch herself create a fire big enough for the lot of them. It was then the rogues he had go out in search of food.
Night beset them by the time the rogues returned with enough game to feed everyone. Isadora volunteered to bunk with the Famished though she had no intentions of sleeping anywhere near that disgusting creature -- instead the witch would let it have the tent to itself while the she would sleep in one of the nearby trees.
Isadora, who had earlier turned into a bear to hunt fish in a nearby creek as that was what she was craving in particular, dropped her catch on a spot near the fire before taking to her place on the outskirts of the camp. With curious eyes she watched as everyone began to settle down.
Now that there was nothing to distract them would they turn to sharing stories of glory? Or would annoyances begin to take place? Isadora did not know -- though she paid extra attention to the Famished who up until that point had remain solitary.
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