The Warden, sitting at the campfire after everyone's gone to sleep. Thinking of everyone they left behind in their old life. Thinking of Duncan and how it's just them and Alistair to carry on the wardens of Ferelden.
*But I'm only 19.*
They have to fight the archdemon, but first they're having to navigate so many obstacles just to get some allies.
*But I'm only 19.*
They're so young, and the weight of the world is on their shoulders. They look up at the night sky, wondering if Duncan is looking down, proud of their progress.
They're only 19.




















