Snippet #1368065

Elfroot tea wasn't the best kind of tea, but it was healthy and abundant in the Wilds, Antius mused as he sat in front of his campfire, warming himself with the said tea and looking over a tablet thoughtfully. A scavenger along the old Imperial Highway had sold it to him and it proved authentic. He could feel the lyrium infused in it tingling his senses as he rubbed his hand over it. Yes, this was an artifact of the old Tevinter Imperium from when it extended south into Ferelden. The writing ws faded, but he could decipher some words in the old Tevinter tongue. They looked to be earth spells, perhaps for repairing and maintaining the highway! He'd have to send this back to the Tower, he decided.

This was only his second venture outside the Circle of Magi and he was already enjoying it immensely. Perhaps he was a little close to the rumored darkspawn incursion, but the King's army was holding them off and he'd be on his way to the Brecillian Forest soon enough. He only sought to find a little of Tevinter and Chasind knowledge, perhaps a little information on Flemeth, the Witch of the Wilds. If he found one useful tidbit, it would be the first in over two Ages!

He frowned a bit when he heard some rustling in the bushes. What was that? An animal, perhaps. Quickly, he set his tea down and stood up, gripping his staff. He moved into the foliage, scanning for intruders. He knew how to defend himself. Primal magic was his specialty, after all. His expression dropped when he saw what was disturbing the trail behind his campsite, an elf, a fellow magi from the looks of the staff on her back. He approached her wit ha frown.

"Are you alright, milady? Surely, the Darkspawn haven't slipped past Ostagar?" he asked in concern, already digging through his robes for a health poultice. She didn't look familiar and he knew almost every mage from the Tower. And her skin was tanned. Could she be an apostate? Maybe she could provide him with some magical lore outside the Circle and Chantry's grasp. He shook his head, ridding himself of such self-serving thoughts. The poor woman looked exhausted.