Snippet #1684453

Andra Vahanian slowed to a stop as she neared the fortress known as Vigil's keep, it was not that she feared entering but more that she wanted time to prepare herself for what she would say. In the days and months since she had left her clan her determination to aid in destroying the Darkspawn never wavered but now standing at the edge of the Grey Warden's home, she wondered. Would they take a Dalish elf? She had of course heard rumours that the Hero of Fereldan had been a Dalish elf but she had never seen him. Her clan kept too much to themselves for that and so she could not say for certain where he had come from. All she could say was that she would not leave until they did what she asked.

She ensured her bow and quiver was still secure at her back and that her twin daggers were loose in their scabbards. She was not expecting trouble but was always prepared for it. Her leather armour was worn from long use but was obviously well cared for showing no signs of cracking or rust, it was standard armour for a hunter of the Dales. She took a deep breath mentally calming herself and then continued walking towards the fortress. As she entered its courtyard she could see that it had suffered damage recently and Andra wondered who they had fought.

She saw two guards standing at the entrance to the keep and she strode purposefully towards them, head high and meeting their gaze with her own. As she reached them she nodded slightly in respect.
"I wish to join the ranks of the Grey Wardens. Who do I need to speak to about this?"