[ There is always an instinctive urge to wash her hands in the nearest stream after she deals with darkspawn, no matter how careful she is. She stifles a second sigh of her own.

Neria is not as objectionable as Alistair, thankfully, but she still feels a very healthy resentment for having been pushed upon these Wardens at all. ]

Wisdom and practicality are certainly in short supply.

[ Walking toward Neria, she raises an eyebrow. ]

May I ask what he did manage to pass on? Or is that shrouded in secrecy?