The Grey Wardens' Leader

1.7 - Orzammar

Heathens by Twenty One Pilots
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   Walking into Orzammar, Avril raised an eyebrow, listening to two dwarves who looked to be of higher class arguing.

"It is the Assembly who makes a king, and a king who nominates his successor. None of it is carried in by blood.", a dwarf with grey hair spoke slowly.

   The blond, younger dwarf involved in the argument stepped towards him,"Or, as now, when someone tries using the Assembly to pull a coup. Who's to say what my father said in his final hours when the usurper Harrowmont was the only one by his side?"

"I'll have you thrown in prison!", Harrowmont snapped.

"You've bitten off more than you can chew!"

"Handlers! Separate these deshyrs in the Diamond Quarter! I will not have Bhelen incite a riot!"

   A man standing on Bhelen's side pulled a sword out of its sheath,"You will not speak that way about the man that should be king!"

   Avril gasped as the man killed one of Harrowmont's men. All of the noble dwarves scurried off after the sight.

"Well, that was a nice welcome.", Alistair laughed nervously.

"You're telling me, what's going on here? Can't we go somewhere to recruit people to fight against the Blight without having to solve their problems for them?"

   Morrigan nodded in agreement before shrugging,"Apparently everyone seems to agree that a Blight is the perfect time to start killing each other. Marvelous, really..."

   Jett took a labored breath and fanned himself,"It's hot in here!"

"Probably due to the lava used as decor...But that would just be a guess."

"Alright, no need to get smart, Morrigan.", Jett snickered.

   Avril sighed and looked at her group,"Might as well head to the Diamond Quarter and try to sort this out so we can finally fight against the Blight..."

   Walking through the Diamond Quarter, she hears a man shout,"Grey Warden arrives in Orzammar, undoubtedly to offer assistance to Lord Harrowmont!"

"That is not at all what I'm doing here, but he can keep thinking that if it helps him sleep at night.", the elven girl muttered under her breath.

   Walking further she heard another man shouting while glaring at the first man,"Lord Harrowmont said to have kicked casteless in the streets!"

"Andraste's knickers, you could cut the tension here with a knife!", Alistair exclaimed.

   The group continued walking before standing before a large building,"This place looks important, let's go in here."

   Leliana giggled at their leader's words as they walked inside. She couldn't deny the logic, but hearing it out loud sounded rather silly to her.

"Warden, welcome! It is always a blessing for Orzammar to host your order. I am Vartag Gavorn, top advisor to our good Prince Bhelen. What news do you bring?"