It is one of the more amusing and less bloody tales of the Blight- we were on a mission of political rescue when apprehended by a misguided but thoroughly loyal knight. Our options few, The Warden chose to surrender rather than let the moment come to bloodshed. While we and our political ally were released The Warden and Alistair were swept off to Fort Drakon, a highly secure establishment-

Or, well. So we thought.

You must imagine our merry band at the time- a Witch of the Wastes, a Mage of great power and age, A chantry Sister, a Mabari warhound, A dwarf berserker, a hornless Qunari Sten, a Golem- and my very handsome self. We had a few remain outside the tower to assist in a swift escape but opted to send two within to infiltrate and rescue our wayward wardens...

[ Back and forth, back and forth, at a steady pace while Lasulahn's posture seems to ease and the whole 'walking' thing becomes as instinctual as it normally might be. ]

I of course volunteer myself and assume they would send Leliana with me- two rogues to slip inside and make with the dashing rescue, yes? But in the event of discovery we thought it best to send a warrior with me. So, The Sten, The Dwarf, or the Dog.