starter for @gideonvance
Sora had seen a Grey Warden once—Blackwall. She’d heard of Grey Wardens before, but she’d never seen one look so...Grey Wardeny. And of course, he had to be super Grey Wardeny because Blackwall wasn’t. He was your...backroad Warden. Or maybe wood chopping Warden.
She’d gotten roped into it once again. She looked unassuming in her civilian clothes, a pretty dress she’d sewn herself. She’d actually stolen the gold fabric from one of the merchants when they weren’t looking. Whoops. So, the dress had a bit of flair.
She carried some of the supplies she’d been forced to deliver (”Oi you rabbit! Go deliver these to that new Warden!). It was mostly things needed to really clean armor and such along with a few necessities.
“Um, Warden?” She called, poking her head inside his room briefly. “I hope I got the right Warden. This is going to be very bad if I didn’t.”