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         The sound the gnashing of teeth against food was heard around the camp. Therek was enjoying the many perks of being a Warden recruit. No one questioned what he did or how he did it. Sure they still gave him plenty of dirty looks when he passed or did any of the aforementioned things, but that didn't bother Therek any. The food at the upper Brass part of the camp was fantastic. It had been years since he had any decent food. Just moldy bread and dry beef. Ferelden sure did take good care of it's officers. This goose was pretty damn succulent. H was sure some officer was missing it dearly. He chuckled to himself at the thought. He leaned back in the rickety wooden chair and propped his feet up on a stump, feeling like a king. Every soldier who passed gave him a dirty look, which he responded with a smug grin. He loved flaunting himself in front of soldiers here. They couldn't do a thing to him, even though they knew of his crimes. He was untouchable. He guessed being a Warden wouldn't be half as bad as he thought. No one could tell him what to do and he got to fight as many Darkspawn as he pleased. He had faced two before. They were right terrifying, but they bled and died like anything else. If it bled, then Therek could kill it, which he did.

He glanced over at the onfire where he saw his fellow recruits standing about in front of the top Warden. What was his name again........right, Duncan. Therek didn't like him, he stuck a dagger in his leg. Therek didn't like people who stuck sharp objects into him. He was also really calm and too damn polite for Therek's taste. It seemed most Wardens worried more about offending people than killing Darkspawn. Better than the damn nobles or prison guards he guessed. He finished up his goose and decided it was probably time to head over there. He stood up to his full size and looked down at the soldiers about the camp. Therek stood at 6'7" and 255lbs, he knew he was intimidating, and loved it.

As he made his way over to the bonfire, He noticed an odd looking elf laying on the ground in the middle of the camp. She was looking at an owl and crying. He cocked an eye at her and shook his head."Feck'in Knife ears." He muttered under his breath. He wasn't going to pretend to understand their culture, but man could they be weird sometime.

Before he got there, he grabbed a large wooden crate from a pile, then plopped it down next to the Bonfire. He took a seat on it and burped. He pounded his chest a bit and licked his lips. He looked about at his fellow recruits and wondered how many of them were going to fail this little test Duncan had cooked up for them. He noticed most them looked rather sullen. "Well this is a cheery lot, ain't it? You all scared or something? I'm anxious to get this bloody thing over with, personally. Anyone know when we start this feck'in thing?"