Xero took several deep breaths after the battle was over, collecting himself from the damage he had taken and the energy he expended in order to keep himself sustained. Even though his wounds and injuries were no more, what they were before were still burdening. He could still feel remnants of the blows that struck him, and the energy lost in order to utilize his power was exhausting after the battle was done. The unfortunate thing though was that with all of the injuries he received and all of his blood that was spilled, he lost much of the alcohol in his blood, so by now he was as sober as ever. What a waste of silversā¦
The entire company of individuals now saw his face, and if any of them were knowledgeable, heād guess that they knew who he was. Some of them already inferred his true identity. "Wouldn't the Arl or Bann know he's here? He's not inconspicuous. The Reaver is a Grey Warden so he's beyond the Chantry's authority and the Tevinter is obviously powerful. Even if we both fought him, I don't think we'd win. If he's magical, then he must have decades of experience on me and you're a single Templar. Against a Mage at his level, we can only expect a draw at best," The young Nevarran mage spoke, taking immediate notice of his abilities. The Templar that accompanied him seemed intent on leaving, which was Xero's mentality as well but unfortunately for him, everyone else did not have that thought in mind.
The Tevinter Mage decided to speak up after taking a few glances at the elven Warden. āYou, my friend, are quite the phenomenaā¦ a Reaver, and a Grey Wardenā¦ but if I didnāt know any better Iād think that you were the Hero of Fereldenā¦ yet, youāre not him are youā¦ no, Iād say not, you look like him from the legends weāve heard in Tevinter, but there is not taint of the Old Godās about you, you donāt bear the mark of one who has killed an Archdemonā¦ā It seemed to him that the Tevinter Mage was fully aware of his identity, despite refusing to state it. In most circumstances many would accuse him outright, but this mage seemed to have other plans. Plans that did not involve others as he wanted to conceal Xero's identity. Perhaps it was to cover-up the Templar's accusation, though Xero was sure the Templar would not act so rashly. If he was aware that Xero was indeed a Grey Warden, there was nothing he could do, since Grey Wardens operated outside of Chantry law. That is, unless they were a direct threat.
āIām afraid youāre not who Iāve been looking for, though you may still be of aid to me, tell me could you escort me to Redcliffe Castle by any chance? Your might was impressive and I might be in need of your services along the roadā¦ even a Grey Warden must make a living yes?ā He heard the Tevinter mage speak once more, giving him a signal this time. Now, a Tevinter diplomat that wishes to speak with the Arl of Redcliffe. Why would that be? With the times as they are, does Tevinter want to show mercy and ask for a surrender before consuming its neighboring states? No, that would not be the case. This mage had something else in mind...what ever it was, Xero did not wish to be involved. He did what he was obligated to do...he supposed.
Before Xero could give any response, he heard the young mage speak. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about the Hero of Ferelden, would you? I'm supposed to help someone called the Apostle find him." He said, followed by a disappointed reaction by his Templar escort. Well...I surely became popular in the few minutes I was around... He thought to himself. It seems like there were more politics about, none he desired to be apart of.
The faster he left the scene the better. Staying around would mean he'll end up caught in political discourse...again, and other people's problems. Before leaving though, he took notice of the elven assassin that pulled him into the battle in the first place. She seemed to be observant, keeping herself silent and watching everyone stating their business. Out of the whole group present, she was probably the one with the least strings attached...or so he thought. No point in lingering around any longer...
"The castle is that way." He stated blandly, pointing in the direction over the hills. "And Denerim is that way." He stated again, pointing down the road to the east. The Tevinter seemed more than capable of handling anything that would stand in his way, he definitely did not need Xero's aid. After giving those directions, he slowly turned away, directing his last statement towards the Tevinter mage and Nevarran mage, "You both got the wrong guy. I'm just a wanderer."