Alistair quirks a smile; it's gone in half a moment.
"Right." Quieter. "No help from Weisshaupt, then. No surprise there."
Three Wardens at the table -- well, two Wardens and one ex-Warden -- who've stopped Blights, saved the life of a king, and would have walked over broken glass for the ideals Weisshaupt preached, once upon a time. And here they are, unable to get any help from the organization they all once pledged to die for.
Some days, Alistair still finds it very hard to keep his temper in check when he thinks of that fortress up north.
He beings ticking off names on his fingers. "So -- Morrigan. Dagna. Dorian. Any more contacts besides them?"
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"Right." Quieter. "No help from Weisshaupt, then. No surprise there."
Three Wardens at the table -- well, two Wardens and one ex-Warden -- who've stopped Blights, saved the life of a king, and would have walked over broken glass for the ideals Weisshaupt preached, once upon a time. And here they are, unable to get any help from the organization they all once pledged to die for.
Some days, Alistair still finds it very hard to keep his temper in check when he thinks of that fortress up north.
He beings ticking off names on his fingers. "So -- Morrigan. Dagna. Dorian. Any more contacts besides them?"