There was an awkward silence as the young men hit the ground, the Senior Wardens glancing between each other as Aeden and Rudyerd moved in to collect the dead once more. As Aeden moved Brannan, Ruddy signaled to the Warden Commander that Coan had survived, and moved him out of the way to recover. The silence was broken by the clearing of Alistair's throat. "Moving on..." He turned to the next recruit, holding the cup out for her to take. "Ser Agrona." He hadn't noticed Rudyerd and Aeden's silent conversation. The younger of the two held his hand up, displaying four fingers with a smirk. Ruddy only smirked, nodding toward the woman with confidence as he turned back to watch her take her turn.
Having watched the people before her fall, either to pain or death, the knight from the Waking Sea managed to hide any fear she may have had behind a veil of stoic bravery. She'd come to Amaranthine as an honored champion, proud to have the chance to hold the title of Grey Warden - proud that her bann would send her. If she were to die here, she would do so just as honorably.
Stepping forward, she took the chalice into her hands and stared into its contents. Swirling it around, she was immediately sickened by the stench and the viscosity of the liquid. With a deep breath, she raised the cup to her lips, and took a considerable sip of the blood before giving the chalice back to the Warden-Commander. She paced then, waiting for the the disgusting blood brew to take its affect on her, hoping it would come fast and not drag the experience out.
When she finally felt a disturbance rile in her stomach, Agrona cleared her throat, inhaling deeply and exhaling through her nose. She continued to pace but still felt no actual pain. What she did feel was her stomach moil, as if she had been drinking all night with her fellow knights at the tavern, and had filled her stomach with the greasiest, greyest slop she could to sop it all up. She retched then, not in pain, but surprise. A hand to her mouth, she ran to an empty corner of the room and fell to her knees as she vomited up what little her stomach was holding in the first place. She remained there, kneeling in front of the mess she'd made, practically wheezing as she finally writhed in pain. She was taken, then, by the taint, falling backward and convulsing violently, heaving and choking on the remaining blood that had so terribly disagreed with her system. After a minute or so, the convulsions stopped, and Rudyerd, annoyed, collected another wasted recruit.