Beyond the trees, there was a splash of fire and a determined female, "Off with you! I don't need a wolf-skin cloak but you're making me reconsider that!"
When parting through the bushes, you'll see her, a young female mage dressed in a white shirt, and dark tight breaches, a red scarf at her throat. She swirls her staff around with ease, sending another bout of flames towards the howling creatures. Behind her, enshrined in a shield, are a young man and his sweetheart, out for a winter stroll. It was pure luck that the mage found them and to their great surprise, stepped right in for their defense.
Perhaps ... though, not to those who knew her.
Right now, she kept the wolves at bay with another fireball, before she half-turned to the couple, "When I say run, run! Don't stop, for Maker's sake!"
"But what about - " the young man protested, but Bethany shook her head.
"I'll be fine. I'm always fine. Now, go!"
5.
The pretty dark-haired woman pulled her cloak up further, instead of off, when she entered The Gull and Lantern, slipping through the crowd to find her way to the fire, and the table in the corner. She murmured her order, politely but quickly, and kept her gaze down.
Bread and wine were brought to her, along with a plate of fruit. One of the apples rolled off the plate as the barmaid delivered them, and the cloaked woman leaned over to pick it up. A flash of a red scarf at her throat, and a distinctive necklace with a drop of blackened blood within.
A Warden, assuredly, and one trying to keep a low profile.
Bethany Hawke || Grey Warden flavor
Beyond the trees, there was a splash of fire and a determined female, "Off with you! I don't need a wolf-skin cloak but you're making me reconsider that!"
When parting through the bushes, you'll see her, a young female mage dressed in a white shirt, and dark tight breaches, a red scarf at her throat. She swirls her staff around with ease, sending another bout of flames towards the howling creatures. Behind her, enshrined in a shield, are a young man and his sweetheart, out for a winter stroll. It was pure luck that the mage found them and to their great surprise, stepped right in for their defense.
Perhaps ... though, not to those who knew her.
Right now, she kept the wolves at bay with another fireball, before she half-turned to the couple, "When I say run, run! Don't stop, for Maker's sake!"
"But what about - " the young man protested, but Bethany shook her head.
"I'll be fine. I'm always fine. Now, go!"
5.
The pretty dark-haired woman pulled her cloak up further, instead of off, when she entered The Gull and Lantern, slipping through the crowd to find her way to the fire, and the table in the corner. She murmured her order, politely but quickly, and kept her gaze down.
Bread and wine were brought to her, along with a plate of fruit. One of the apples rolled off the plate as the barmaid delivered them, and the cloaked woman leaned over to pick it up. A flash of a red scarf at her throat, and a distinctive necklace with a drop of blackened blood within.
A Warden, assuredly, and one trying to keep a low profile.