"This is not war." A short pause is given. "No matter how it looks and feels to you. This. Is. Not. War. As you likely gathered, this is but a simple test of our abilities, our unity, and our resolve. Clearly, we were not at our best. If we were, we would not have to deal with the tragedy that we deal with now. In time, we will have proper time and place to remember those that have fallen. But at this moment, we must prepare for the true battle ahead of us and let this encounter make us stronger... Not weaker."
Savio's eyes go once more to the fallen Wardens, a look of saddness in his eyes. Skeptics of the Crow may consider them tears of an actor, sympathizers a sign of sorrow. Whatever the cause, the emotion seems quite real. He rips his eyes away from the woman to look at those still alive.
"While we might have lost one of the Wardens, it is far from the end. Her loss will remind us that alone, we are nothing. Even abilities as great as the Wardens means little when we fight alone, depend on ourselves alone. I promise to work with others here, to be part of something much more noble, much more powerful, and much more meaningful. If others join with me, I cannot promise you victory, but I can promise you that we will fight like you have never fought before and be the best you possibly can. That you will stand the tide and face it more than just men and women, warriors and mages. That you will stand as Hope's Embodiment and be remembered."
The Antivan looks around once to note the remaining carnage to offer a causal shrug. "Or you can keep fighting like you did and die horribly. I am fine with whatever you wish to choose."
Looking around, Savio's eye goes to the nicest of the houses in the general area. Once he makes mental note of it, he continues on with his speech. "All townspeople or those not wishing to fight are strongly recommended to go to the Chantry or the buildings close to it. The closer to the outskirts of town, the more likely that we will not be able to defend you as well as we would like. Remember, lands can be restored, houses rebuilt, but death is eternal."
His eyes go to the mages who he had not worked with before, as well as those that seemingly proved fighting that followed. "My people and I will be heading toward this building," Savio motions the really nice building, not caring who it belongs to. For now, it would seem it belongs to Savio.... Err, The Grey Wardens. "...as that we may discuss defense plans along with those the Bann has placed in charge of protecting this town. All that wish to join us in our quest to fight the Darkspawn are welcome. Those that wish to join under my banner will receive my personal protection. No one will question your cause as long as you are with me."
With that, Savio begins to walk toward the building. As he does, he notices that there is still a Darkspawn alive. It is on the ground, twitching and charred by magical fires, but it struggles for life. "However, those that would be tempted to turn on our band whatever the reason or the way..." Savio's heel is swift upon its windpipe, letting the burnt flesh crackle and crush under his foot. "...Are recommended to not follow that course of action."
Savio opens the door and steps inside. The door closes. The door soon opens again and Savio's head sticks out. "Oh, and if someone could get me a nice bottle of white wine, that would be really really nice." The door closes again. Only to OPEN again. "Oh, and some healing herbs. Arm's still bleeding." And with that, Savio lets the door close most of the way. Not sure who will come or what will happen, Savio just takes a seat at the large table on the main level and waits.
Meanwhile, Culture Hound goes to the town center and just lays down with its belly exposed. So many people around, so many hurting souls... it knows it's bound for some high quality attention.