lookin' for a sign of life

[winterlamp]

[The Deep Roads yet again. And with a mage. The idea behind the thing made sense. Alistair was a former Templar-in-Training and could dispel the magic of a renegade mage if need be. Alistair really hoped it wouldn't come to that. He liked Anders for what that was worth. Granted, the two didn't know each other very well and Anders delighted in giving Alistair a difficult time... not that the other Warden really had to try too hard. But they've had some fun chats and Alistair is never one to shy away from learning from another person. Those remarks about being a templar could go, though. No matter how many times Alistair reminded Anders that he never actually was one, the mage always seemed to conveniently forget.

But now it was just the two of them in the dark chill, two Wardens meant to complement each other with their various strengths. The mission was simple enough in theory: determine whether or not the darkspawn had returned underground and if so, note where among the Deep Roads to the best of their ability. A task easier said than done considering how easy to was to lose one's way.

Alistair adjusts the pack against his shoulders and holds his glowstone torch aloft. Everything looked the same.]

You know, I always wondered why my father willingly came down here twice and now here I am doing the same thing. Though I'll have to be honest, the food that was rationed for us really isn't that bad. I have a feeling someone knows how I feel about cheese based on the amount of it in my bag. The meat's not bad either, though I'm... not entirely sure what it is.

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[mewnifestos]

[ Meant to complement each other. Right. Anders has a far more cynical view of their assignment together, himself. He's been saddled with a nanny, as if he's some renegade mage just waiting to happen. Joining the Wardens in the first place is just about the most radical thing he's ever done, and at the moment, he's not looking to dethrone the accomplishment. Least of all by ruining his place among them, running off going all mad apostate.

But apparently all the trust he's built up helping the Commander basically save the world a second time over means little, after the fact. Now he's stuck out here, trawling aimlessly through the Deep Roads with a would-be Templar for a babysitter.

Anders has been tuning him out, more or less, as they trudge along - Alistair is a talker, no doubt, one doesn't go an hour of travel alongside him without recognizing it - but at that idle wondering, he can't help but interject— ]

Deepstalker, I'll bet.

[ He keeps his tone light and airy, gaze trained on ahead, so as not to tip his hand. (But it's no fun messing with Alistair if you let him know you're doing it right away.) ]

With all those tunnels beneath the Keep, it makes up more than half our rations now, you know. Bit gamey for my taste, though. And I just can't help thinking of those beady little eyes and gnashing mouths... Ruins my appetite.