The Dalish awoke long before the sun was up, and Jamie reluctantly got up with the rest of the company. Morrigan made jabs at Alistair, comparing him to a toadstool for wanting to help a half sister who wanted nothing to do with him. Caspar and Zevran remained in their tent for quite some time, and Merry and Pippin were already playing with the local children. Jamie smiled to himself watching the pups when a boy tugged on his tunic.
âI thought shemlen would be much uglier. Youâre not that ugly,â he said, meaning well in that ignorance of children. Caspar mustâve emerged from his tent and been nearby because Jamie heard a familiar guffaw followed by laughter that trailed off in the direction of the river they were camped near. Jamie shook his head lightly and smiled to himself, then noticed the armorsmith having an argument with his apprentice. Jamie caught snippets of their argument, but decided to stay out of it for now.
Once they had all eaten breakfast and had gotten their things ready, the hunters of the clan saw them off towards the Brecilian Forest. Jamie remained quiet as Caspar took the lead. He knew how to navigate through the forest in a way that Jamie did not, and he seemed to be right in his element. Caspar was a tracker, inspecting foliage as they moved and noting where their path led. He warned the group to be wary of bears as well as the werewolves, and Jamie did his best to remain alert.
Almost immediately, Caspar picked up the trail of something urgent and he quickly dashed into the thicket. Alistair and Sten remained at the rear, watching their flank for any attacks from behind. Morrigan and Leliana remained on the lookout while Zevran and Jamie ran after Caspar. Soon, they found one of the Dalish hunters that had gone missing. He was gravely injured, but he didnât look bitten. âLet me splint his leg. I can carry him back to the clan where they can look after him,â Jamie said, looking up at Caspar. The blonde elf gave a single nod. âZevran, go with him. Meet us back here. Weâll scout the area,â Caspar commanded.
The Dalish were grateful to have one of their hunters back, and it boosted their morale to know that maybe there was hope of finding more of the hunters and finding this Witherfang. Maybe the Grey Wardens would pull through for them in this time of need. After returning the injured elf, Jamie and Zevran began their trek back to wherever the group had left off.
âSo... I cannot help but notice how you stare at our friend Caspar, Jamie.â
âWhat? What are y--â
âThere is no need to deny it. I do not mind sharing as long as he does not, he is under no oblig--â
Jamie interrupted him as he spoke, not wanting to hear more of it. âItâs curious that you two became so cozy so quickly. What are your intentions with him?â
Zevran laughed and raised his brows, looking over to Jamie who looked quite unamused. âDo I detect a bit of jealousy there? Feeling a bit territorial?â
âIâm just asking what your intentions are. You did try to kill us all, remember?â
âAnd now I owe him a blood debt, as I owe him my life. It has brought us closer together, I think.â
âIs that a smirk? Are you smirking at me?â
âWhat? I assure you sir, there is no smirking here. Nope, no way. No smirk here,â Zevran replied, clearly smirking.
âJust... forget it,â Jamie huffed, stepping more quickly.
âWrong way, my lord,â Zevran teased.
Once the group was back together, they pressed onwards. Werewolves charged at them until a they arrived at a bridge and three large creatures stood on the other side. Before the company could attack, the leader began to speak, taking them by surprise. Jamie had already proven himself the more diplomatic of the bunch and attempted to speak with the werewolf.
âMy name is Jamie. I only wish to bring back the hunters to the clan-- we donât want to fight you. The Blight is--â
âWe cannot trust you! Zathrian has sent you.â
The creature suspected them of being sent by Zathrian and introduced himself as Swiftrunner. He warned them that the time for peace had long passed, and every word he spoke about Zathrian was laced with venom. Clearly, there was bad history between them, but Jamie didnât know where to begin with that. Oddly enough, Swiftrunner did not wish to fight them either, but the company would not relent. They needed to find Witherfang, and if Swiftrunner was protecting him, then they would need to fight their way through the forest. The werewolves retreated into the forest, and so the company continued to press forward in their advance.
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