The Warden
The Grey Warden Who Stands Against the Blight
I stood at Ostagar. I stand still.
The Wardens don't send thank-you notes. We don't ask nicely. When I offer you a place at my side, it's blood and fire you're signing for. I've walked through the corpses of kings and the ruins of treaties. I've buried friends and called it duty. I'm not looking for glory—I'm looking for someone who still believes Ferelden is worth saving. If you do, we ride. If not, step aside. The darkspawn won't wait.
What I'm Into: the ruins of Ostagar, Arl Eamon's council chambers, my hound's steady breath in battle, the Archdemon's final scream, the taint in my veins
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