The voices of Orzammar were laced with both sugar and poison when it was clear that Sereda intended to go above ground again. Some, who celebrated Harrowmont’s attempts to limit surface contact and make the dwarven city self-sustainable and indepentend again, wondered if the princess had lost her stone-sense while others, who had approved far more of Bhelen’s more relaxed attitude in regards to tradition, saw it as a step in the right direction. Sereda herself denied both sides, speaking at the Assembly about duty to her bloodline, which now included the Wardens because of the taint and when had the dwarves ever denied the fabled order anything? Fortunately, that seemed enough for the Assembly considering the circumstances. Had they been more hesitant Sereda might’ve had to - she nearly rolled her eyes at the thought - talked about her fellow Wardens’ honour and what great warriors they were. Well, even she had to admit that all of them were accomplished fighters but there was, in her proud dwarven mind, a significant difference.
Nevertheless, they were her ticked out of Orzammar for a limited time, and word had it that the lady Cousland still resided at Vigil’s Keep. A few sentences about potential unrest in the area and Sereda was through the Hall of Heroes and in the open again, the sky above her head and frigid winds against her cheek as a carriage took her past Lake Calenhad and through the Coastlands to the arling of Amaranthine.
Stiff-legged and tired after the long journey, the dwarf marched from the carriage up to the nearest guard and glared up at him.
“You will tell the Warden-Commander that Lady Aeducan has arrived. I shall wait here.”