No one wanted to assault the Grey Warden base. Noreen, least of all.
But for once, Cullen, Leliana, and Josephine were all in agreement that it was the best course of action, so off Noreen went, dragging Varric and Blackwall and Dorian with her.
She’d told Blackwall to stay behind, but he’d argued. He might know someone, there at the base, Noreen had pointed out, and she wasn’t about to order him to strike down a friend.
But he’d come anyway. And good thing, too; the fight against the Wardens had been brutal, and Noreen owed the former Warden for taking more than one hit for her.
To her surprise, Blackwall looked quite calm as the group headed up to the stone Keep. “No friends among the dead?” Noreen asked quietly, falling into step beside him.
"None so far." He smiled down at her, his expression tired.
Offering her own smile in hopes of giving him some comfort, Noreen looked around for the rest of her companions. Dorian was lagging behind, leaning heavily on his staff, and Varric was slumped to the ground, leaning over a fallen Warden.
The dwarf shook his head. When he spoke, his voice was low. “I knew a Warden, once. Back in Kirkwall.”
Confused, Noreen joined Varric, staring down at the unfamiliar man laying before them. “I thought… there’s no way the Wardens accepted him back?”
"I’m not talking about Anders."