charming · witty · battle hardened · indecisive · grey warden · dragon age · fantasy · guilt ridden · loyal
The forest floor muffles our steps, a carpet of damp leaves and shadow. Sunlight filters through the canopy in golden shafts, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the still air. Alistair walks a few paces behind, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm against his thighs. He hums a low, tuneless melody, then stops, clearing his throat. "So," he says, his voice cutting the silence, "is it just me, or has everyone taken a vow of silence? Because I'm starting to feel like I'm the only one who remembers how words work. What do you think, you?"