The Darkspawn gave a great stench as they died, but what chilled him were the moans and screams of his own kin -- for he knew that there were those who were injured; who were thus tainted and would have to then be killed out of mercy.
The Keeper hurried to one, a youngster of about sixteen. Arianne was beside him trying her best to draw the taint from his wound, but her hand was shaking and she was crying. He sent his daughter away with a gentle word, but he could not promise her that Daemon will be saved.
( How did this happen? All we wanted was to go home, go west, get out of Ferelden -- How did we get caught in all this? )
As he laid Daemon down flat and took a look at his arm -- he had defended himself, and took a blow, a large gash that took the flesh from his bone. The blood was turning black with the taint, and he set to work, calling the Fade, focusing it upon the boy’s arms -- then working to change it, to pull the poisoned blood away.
He heard footsteps approach and he knew them to be the party of strangers that had helped them defeat and disband the darkspawn that set upon them. Without looking away, without losing focus, the Keeper spoke, “ Thank you for helping us, but you should leave. We will tend to our own, we need not any more aid from outsiders,”