A Templar stood nearby, watching them intently.
A few women knelt in front of a statue of Andraste, tears streaming down their faces as they muttered silent prayers. A thousand candles were lit at the feet of the pews that lined the hall, illuminating the dust that wafted down from the rafters above. The Chantry was quiet and mostly empty, just as it had been last night. His satchel and newly acquired sword and shield lay absently on the floor, joined by the heavier pieces of his armour.ĭru quickly dressed in her armour and cloak and left the room. Alistair had offered to take the small couch beside the door, but the man himself was missing. Leliana was snoring softly on the top bunk, her ginger hair a tangled mess. The bunk-bed she had slept in was pressed against the other side of the room. It hung against the back of the door, joined by a black quiver filled with green-feathered arrows. The only personal touch came in the form of a gorgeous longbow carved from white wood. To the right of the windows sat a short dresser and bookshelf, barren save a few books about the Maker and the history of Ferelden. A large bay of windows looked out to the courtyard below the Chantry. Odd, as Leliana had mentioned that she had been living there for two years. The Sister had not lied, they had given her a rather obnoxiously large space.ĭespite its size, the room was sparsely decorated. She was in Leliana's room in the Chantry. Kicking off the blankets that tangled around her legs, Dru slipped out of the bunk. The remnant of the nightmare still echoed in her mind, not at all aided by the fierce headache that was quickly wrapping around her skull like a tight belt. The impact sent her directly onto her back again. They were headed towards the surface, to surge through the dwarven warriors who kept them down and to rip apart every living being until the world would finally be theirs once more.ĭru jolted awake, smacking her forehead against the underside of the bunk above her. Milk white eyes watched on as the undead fiends marched through the stone, their fiery torches guiding the way across the deep. The Archdemon whispered to them, its dark words filling their souls, commanding them.
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