8 HARVESTMERE 9:30 DRAGON.
Crisp and cool, the air cut directly through his thin clothes to his bones. A rock by the name of 'Resentment' nestled uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach, and for a while Alistair was certain he'd get sick.
A large rock outside had become his friend, after a point. It steadied him, became a stabilizing point to zero in on as his world swam around him. Loghain. Duncan. Ostagar. Lost. It was all lost -- he
felt lost. The Blight was creeping upon them and now what? How many Wardens were killed in the fight, how many others were left with the task of combating the Archdemon?
So much about that battle was a mistake.
To let Duncan go on his own. To entrust the safety of the King and
the fate of Ferelden - Thedas - in the hands of Loghain.
He was so angry with himself.
The other Warden was still unconscious - Nolani, was it? - but when he'd woken up he was given a watered down explanation of his situation. Ostagar was in ruins, the darkspawn were on the move, and everyone was dead. Everyone except the two of them, it had seemed. He'd wanted to walk away and face off with the darkspawn on his own, but he knew that wouldn't help anyone -- he'd wanted to go find Loghain and give the coward a piece of his mind, but he knew that he'd fail at that, too. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and the Blight was an unstoppable force hurtling in every which direction with no end in sight.
Whether he liked it or not he had a responsibility to uphold, a vow that he'd sworn when his own Joining had been a success.
But as he cast his eyes back towards the hut where the ornery witch of the wilds and Nolani were, he couldn't help but wonder if she were as serious. It hadn't seemed that way, what with the demeanor she'd had in the camp just before they ventured into the Wilds for the first time. However he had
seen the look in her eyes when going for the vials of blood, and he had
seen the vigor in which she fought back. He'd turned back to staring in the direction of Ostagar, his shoulders turned inward.
He didn't move again until hearing the sounds of a stirring behind him, to which he slowly turned around to find the offender."So you're up."
Stating the obvious, he wasn't sure how else to address the situation at hand.