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(( Alongside Wardens At The Gate, Aerion Hunter, Siali Arnith ))
Mysa had never been to Orzammar.
She had the opportunity to traverse much of Ferelden early on in her Warden career, visiting the teyrnir in the north, Redcliffe in the south, and her eventual placement in Gwaren. Denerim and Amaranthine were the most familiar places to her, considering the strongholds the wardens had. The Frostbacks had been a sight to see as they approached from the road, looming above and snowcapped. It was a glorious vision to get to see them this close, and even closer still when they made their way into the Gherlen Pass. It was almost enough to allow her to ignore the cold, but not quite. She pulled her cloak around her with one hand, keeping her other tight on the reins of the horse that carried her.
That was mostly new to her as well. She'd been practicing, trying to learn how to ride for a few months now, and while she could stay on the creature, if it ever bolted she knew she'd be in trouble. Which made the marketplace outside of Orzammar a welcome sight. It meant standing on her own two shaky -- and somewhat sore -- legs. She looked around at the other wardens, proud to be part of this expedition, before her eyes fell on Aerion near her. She gave him a warm smile, as they navigated their way past the vendors.
She knew once they were in the tunnels, things would be harsher, more tense, so she wanted to enjoy the less dangerous moments while she could. That's when a voice near Aerion called out, “Oi! Big ‘un! How’d you manage to rate six? If the Wardens be givin’ out harems, I might join up!”
Her eyes widened a bit, before her expression hardened at the near-toothless man. Before anything could exit her mouth, Cauthrien had stepped in, sword pulled from scabbard and Dragon moving into a near menacing position, scaring off the heckler. Mysa exhaled, watching Aerion for a moment, wondering if he had understood what the man had meant.
Finally, they were greeted by the dwarven captain, “Wardens, King Bhelen is expecting you. We’ll see to your horses.”
She thankfully slipped off the saddle, though she took a moment to brace against the side of the horse she had been riding. She could have made this trek with just the strength of her own legs, but something about being saddled so long threw her off. Cauthrien called for them to gather their things from the horses, and she began to untie her supplies and packs. Most of her sundry involved various healing elixirs and items to make more in a pinch, but there was lyrium as well. That she carefully handled, attaching the well insulated bag to her belt.
"I do hope it's as warm as expected inside the mountain." She'd heard there were lava flows, so she could only imagine it was, but she could feel the cold all the way to the bone and was ready for some warmth. She moved closer to Aerion once she had everything from her horse, hand touching his forearm before heading over to Cauthrien. "Will we be getting rooms, or will we be going straight to an audience?"
Mysa had never been to Orzammar.
She had the opportunity to traverse much of Ferelden early on in her Warden career, visiting the teyrnir in the north, Redcliffe in the south, and her eventual placement in Gwaren. Denerim and Amaranthine were the most familiar places to her, considering the strongholds the wardens had. The Frostbacks had been a sight to see as they approached from the road, looming above and snowcapped. It was a glorious vision to get to see them this close, and even closer still when they made their way into the Gherlen Pass. It was almost enough to allow her to ignore the cold, but not quite. She pulled her cloak around her with one hand, keeping her other tight on the reins of the horse that carried her.
That was mostly new to her as well. She'd been practicing, trying to learn how to ride for a few months now, and while she could stay on the creature, if it ever bolted she knew she'd be in trouble. Which made the marketplace outside of Orzammar a welcome sight. It meant standing on her own two shaky -- and somewhat sore -- legs. She looked around at the other wardens, proud to be part of this expedition, before her eyes fell on Aerion near her. She gave him a warm smile, as they navigated their way past the vendors.
She knew once they were in the tunnels, things would be harsher, more tense, so she wanted to enjoy the less dangerous moments while she could. That's when a voice near Aerion called out, “Oi! Big ‘un! How’d you manage to rate six? If the Wardens be givin’ out harems, I might join up!”
Her eyes widened a bit, before her expression hardened at the near-toothless man. Before anything could exit her mouth, Cauthrien had stepped in, sword pulled from scabbard and Dragon moving into a near menacing position, scaring off the heckler. Mysa exhaled, watching Aerion for a moment, wondering if he had understood what the man had meant.
Finally, they were greeted by the dwarven captain, “Wardens, King Bhelen is expecting you. We’ll see to your horses.”
She thankfully slipped off the saddle, though she took a moment to brace against the side of the horse she had been riding. She could have made this trek with just the strength of her own legs, but something about being saddled so long threw her off. Cauthrien called for them to gather their things from the horses, and she began to untie her supplies and packs. Most of her sundry involved various healing elixirs and items to make more in a pinch, but there was lyrium as well. That she carefully handled, attaching the well insulated bag to her belt.
"I do hope it's as warm as expected inside the mountain." She'd heard there were lava flows, so she could only imagine it was, but she could feel the cold all the way to the bone and was ready for some warmth. She moved closer to Aerion once she had everything from her horse, hand touching his forearm before heading over to Cauthrien. "Will we be getting rooms, or will we be going straight to an audience?"