Signy took Johann’s hand, gave it a good dwarven shake, (although it might have been considered delicate by Orzammar standards, it certainly was no surface girl’s delicate greeting) and nodded. “Signy Dagna.” What happiness and excitement she had felt at seeing another dwarf, and curiosity about this tall, friendly, and exhausted-looking surfacer, it was ebbing away in the face of Johann’s news about the darkspawn. Her face set, slightly, and she bit her lip, but her shoulders were still firm and her gaze determined as she stepped back a little and looked up to the castle.
The question had already been answered in Signy’s mind, mere seconds after she had asked it of herself: she would go to where Johann had come from and help her people, because already for a moment she was reminded of the little blond ghoul in that orchard, crying plaintively, barely with any words, as the taint burned through her body. It was immediately necessary that she not let that happen to any more people. Not again. Not when she had warning and the capacity to stop it. And here was one of her own people, asking for help; Signy still felt enough loyalty to dwarva that it swayed her; it did not hurt that Johann, in her speech and manners, still vaguely reminded her of perhaps a rougher version of her mother. Or maybe it was merely homesickness.
“I’ll go.” She looked back down from the castle; for a moment she had doubts as to what Coan would say, or Savio, but she would… nerves swam in her stomach and she decided she’d just have to make them agree, if they weren’t already so inclined. As Wardens, how could they not be? “I can’t promise troops, not that many, but our friends, they will agree to go. I know it,” or at least she wanted to believe it. But Imenry would go, she was certain, especially if Signy announced her own intentions. And how could any of their other companions refuse to at least consider helping? Especially bearing Johann’s description of the darkspawn coming out of the ground--her home might be near where the darkspawn had breached the surface, and knowing one of those points would be valuable strategy for defending Redcliffe.
“You should speak with the other two Wardens. And the Arl, I guess. They’re all likely to be at the castle.” At least, the Arl surely, and Coan likely was. Savio might have been anywhere, really. She almost started walking, but paused, looking sidelong at Johann again; “But what’s a hornet?”