Group 3: Departure from Amaranthine Who: Anyone in Group Three [Wardens & companions headed to Denerim]. Where: Vigil's Keep, Amaranthine When: Morning, 16 Molioris What: Grey Warden's Anatomy group begins their journey with a nice helping of drama-rama.
He hadn’t slept. Ever since Dolain heard about the Warden initiation for recruits, he had been trying to keep an eye on Lalin. The day of the joining, Dolain hadn’t been very successful as he lost track of her after the first couple of hours. He had been too easily distracted by that tall blonde woman that walked through the keep.
The elf spent the evening of the Joining sitting at the end of a corridor, gazing at the door to Lalin’s room. She was gone, off for that mysterious initiation. He wondered what the initiation could be. He had heard from passer-bys that it was dangerous and there was the possibility of death. Dolain thought about the Denerim gangs and the initiations that took place there. He doubted the Wardens would make the recruits run over roofs in the snow as fast as they could, then steal the biggest, most expensive item they could without getting caught… But he wasn’t sure.. Not having any idea what was happening to Lalin, Dolain felt anxious. As time passed, Dolain paced up and down the corridor. He occasionally rested against the door to her room before continuing. He spent the whole night of the Joining doing just this until finally Lalin returned. The elf was excited she was back, but returned to the shadows quickly out of habit. He peered out from the corner of the hall, watching as Lalin returned to her room. She looked exhausted and weary. Most likely she would fall asleep as soon as she hit the bed. It was clear to even Dolain that she wouldn’t want to be bothered. He stayed at the corner, worried that if he left she would leave and he wouldn’t be able to ever find her again. He didn’t want that to happen.
With such a fear constantly scratching at his mind, Dolain spent the next days following Lalin around. He always stayed a hallway behind her as she went about her business. Using all of the stealth skills he had gained during his life in Denerim, he was there to listen to her be given an assignment and he was there for the darkspawn presentation. Whenever someone else spotted him, he made use of a bucket and cloth he had found, pretending to be a servant.
This morning was no different. It was suppose to be the day of departure for all the Wardens and their companions. Dolain stood near the doors of the Keep. He was rubbing a sopping wet cloth against the Keep’s wall absently. There was no way Lalin was going to slip by him. He stared intently at the doors as people came and went. There were dark circles under his eyes and his hair was a mess. It was clear he hadn’t washed his clothing for a week or more, but at least his face seemed to have been splashed with water. Dolain continued to tiredly run the cloth over the stone as he awaited the group to pass through the doors.