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When Alistair met the new recruit, she was the exact opposite of what he expected. She, for one thing, had absolutely no idea what a Templar was, and got offended pretty easily, which in turn caused a less kinder and polite side to emerge. To add to the trouble she caused, this elf, whatever her reasons, didn’t like or trust humans.After Duncan had explained the mission, They were to head into the Wilderness for a few day to gather information, three vials of darkspawn blood and some documents that had been left behind in an abandoned Grey Warden Archive, he had pulled Alistair aside “Wraith, our newest recruit, has the Taint, so if she seems to get tired, order her to stop and rest. She’s grieving and angry, so sooner or later she’ll over-exert herself, and we don’t want anything to happen to her.” He had muttered, while the subject of the conservation sat a few meters away, packing her stuff into some sort of backpack she had brought with her. As she picked up a sketchbook, a wave of pain must have washed over her, as it slipped out of her hand. It then seemed like some deity was downright determined to embarrass Wraith as much as it could, since the wind picked at that very moment, allowing this deity to flip through the sketchbook until she found the most embarrassing one, which it did. The wind died once the book was open on a slightly water-stained sketch of an elf. But before Alistair could get a proper look, Daveth had snatched the book off the ground and looked at it “Who’s this?”. But inside of answer, he got a bow pointed at him.
“Put the Dar Din’an down. Now.” Wraith snarled, any trace of the taint gone. Gently, as to not startle her into firing, Daveth lowered the sketchbook while Ser Jory and Alistair crept up behind her, so they could restrain her without anyone getting shot. When they did manage to restrain her, she promptly twisted around and bit Alistair, hard, on the nose, meaning he loosened his grip on her wrist enough for her to slip it free and punch Ser Jory on the nose, who let go of her other wrist completely. Seeing her chance, Wraith grabbed the Sketchbook and hugged it to her chest. “She bit me!” Alistair complained while Ser Jory held his bruised cheek, and tried not to cry. Meanwhile, Duncan came over to see what was going on. He found a whimpering knight, a Grey Warden with bite marks on his nose, a Dalish elf hugging an old sktchbook, and a thief that looked partially bemused and partially scared out of his wits. “What happened?” Duncan asked with a weary sigh. “Daveth picked up Wraith’s sketchbook and she threatened him with her bow. Ser Jory and I tried to restrain her, she bit me on the nose and punched Ser Jory.” Alistair explained, his eyes never leaving the spot where Wraith was standing. “I’m sorry,” She said quietly, “It was pure instinct. I’m used to using that move on Tevinter Slavers and bandits, people who intend to kidnap or harm me, not people trying to stop me from shooting someone who just touched the Dar Din'an. I’m sorry, I overreacted.” Duncan looked thoughtful for a moment “Wraith, go and get Wynne. Daveth, Ser Jory and Alistair, I need to speak to you about something.” Wraith saluted and left to find Wynne. Duncan turned to the remaining three “I know she overreacted, but it was a small overreaction. Dalish clans are very close-knit, closer than most familys, and she has had to leave them, on her Keepers orders, to save her life, her best friend, the man she loved, just died and they couldn’t even find a body. For her, that’s like losing part of herself. Also, Dar Din’an means ‘To Be Dead’ in elvish, so if my guess is correct, those drawings are of people who have died. Daveth, what did I say about touching other peoples belongings. Alistair, Ser Jory, try to be more careful when restraining someone” He chastised, just as Wynne arrived. “What can I do for you Duncan?” She asked, after Duncan had dismissed The recruits “I need you to begin preparations for the Joining.” He told her, describing the details of what needed to be done. When the recruits finished packing, and glaring at Wraith, they began the mission into the Korcari wilds.