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Jasper abruptly snapped out of his doze when the Templar came into range of his senses. Judging from the rather awkward way he was moving about, he had a classic case of warrior-trying-to-stealth on his hands. Too bad for you, Chantry man, because the lass has a Mabari. Still, the young Bryland wondered exactly why a Templar would be attempting to sneak up to a camp belonging to Grey Wardens and their allies. Sorry, boys, you'll have to sail without me. This just got interesting.

Rather than using his limited advantage to set traps or do something similarly intelligent, the Templar did what all the good warriors did best: yelled and charged straight in. Jasper suppressed an amused chuckle as the gesture was returned in kind by his opponent. This should be good. The Mabari got to him first, though, and pretty soon, one of the elves, the one with the quickest reflexes, was upon the scene as well, bow drawn.

Though the pirate in the tree doubted very much that his assistance would be required, he watched with an eye for that anyway. Apparently, this was the kind of group that drew the ire of random strangers for one reason or another. This incident was likely either a mistake or an instance of Darkspawn corruption. Jasper didn't know a great deal more then the average person about Darkspawn, but somehow the Templar didn't scream 'corrupted' to him, which indicated mistaken identity. The savvy (like Jasper liked to think himself to be) knew that this only heralded future instances of the same, especially given the rumors flying about Grey Wardens. Which could prove to be very much fun indeed, and hopefully not tedious.

So what do you do, Wardens? Try to talk him down? Capture him? Or kill him and be done with it? He was interested to see.