Thread: The Cure (Sano and Marie)

Lillith Cousland was far from from most would consider a normal woman. Even before she became a Grey Warden and the Hero of Ferelden, she had always been a little odd. Spending her time with the knights of Highever Castle bashing practice dummies with her shield rather than sewing, or cooking, or the things a 'proper' noble lady should do. Those were things that she had always hated doing, but she was forced to do because they were the right things to do. Then things changed when she became a Warden, the Warden... The Hero of Ferelden, the Warden Commander. She had saved Thedas from the Archdemon, and then saved it again during the Darkspawn Civil War. Now she commanded all of the Wardens of Ferelden. Though as of recently they hadn't really been in Ferelden much at all, not since the false Calling and Corypheus. She had taken a small group of her best Wardens and they were going to find a cure. She wasn't going to lose any more people to the Calling, even a false one like this last one was... She had Shaethari Alerion, her most trusted healer. An elf of Dalish origins, who had been with her during the Blight. Shae had saved Lilllith's life on more than one occasion, she wouldn't want to do this without her. Kallian Tabris, a city elf. A rogue who could flip between shooting you at a distance and stabbing you in the back so quickly that it was blinding. Lillith still wasn't sure how Kallian had made it out alive of that hell that was the Denerim Alienage after what happened, but she was glad she had. There was Nathaniel. Her lieutenant and second in command. She couldn't do this without him, if she had left him behind she would've hated herself for it for the rest of her life, however short it may or may not have been... Then there was Arani. She was a stout little thing. She had always liked dwarves for that. And Arani was no exception. She didn't know how, but that woman could wield any weapon you put in her hands. A bow, daggers, a sword, a maul. It didn't matter. Arani could wield it. Olaf was can Avvar ranger, who's hunting and gathering skills had certainly been much appreciated on this crazy trip. He could find food in even the most asinine of places, including the Deep Roads. And his companions were always welcome. Pierre was a former Chevalier, turned Warden. Of all her men, Lillith and Pierre got along the least. They butted heads and he tried to contradict her orders at every turn, and it had nearly gotten Kallian killed at one point. She wouldn't put up with it down here, not in the Deep Roads. Cassius, she knew Shae disliked him, and for good reason... He was not only Tevinter, but he was a convicted rapist... But he was also a damn fine mage... Something that Lillith was in very short supply of, so she had invoked the Right of Conscription and forced him into the Wardens. At least in the Wardens, she could keep and eye on him and decide his punishment if he stepped out of line... And finally, there was Sojan. Initially he had come to them as an experiment to see if Qunari would make good Wardens, let alone take part in the Joining. As it turned out, they most certainly could. This hulking beast of Qunari had made a fine Warden ever since. He'd become an invaluable member of her team, that was for certain. He had brought Shaethari out of her shell... It was hard to tell day from night in the Deep Roads, so Lillith judged on how tired everyone seemed to be. She saw that everyone seemed be beginning to wear down, she wasn't even really sure how long they'd been hiking through muck and Darkspawn slime at this point. So she figured it was time for a break. Okay everyone. Lets break and make camp here, we need to try and make a run to the surface soon. Water is getting limited and if we run out, it's not going to be good for any of us... Lillith said. Looking around at them. Shaethari nodded, beginning to undo her pack from her back, letting it shift to the ground with a groan. Her back was aching from the weight. She and Kallian were the smallest among the them. Arani, she may have been the shortest, but they were more petite. Shae sat down on her back, too tired to try and set up her tent just yet. She needed to rest for a bit and regain her energy before trying to set up her tent. Kallian did the same, flopping down on top of her pack. Laying on top of it on her stomach. Not even really considering what kind of position this left her in. She didn't care she was exhausted and wanted a nap. Arani laughed as the two elves collapsed, she moved over and began setting up her tent as soon as she laid her pack down. She knew if she wanted to get away from the idiots in this camp, she need to seek refuge in that tent. So she got to work quickly hammering her stakes into the heavy shale floors of the Deep Roads.