Léna sighed and forced herself to calm down, it wouldn`t help to get mad at the people who had formed an army under her banner. After all, they had all agreed to meet her in a Dwarven outpost near Orzammar.
As she looked around, Léna saw how uncomfertable all were, save for King Alistair, Her travelling compainon of a little over a year during the Blight. The both of them, along with the slightly unwelcome tag-a-long Oghren and Zevran and Morigann, of which she missed the last two terribly, had spent almost an entire two months down in the deeproads looking for the Paragon Branka and Anvil of The Void. Both of which had almost proven fruitless.
"I appreciate that you are at least willing to hear me out," She said looking back at the Dwarven King and giving a small, if tired, smile "I know that meeting me here wasn't easy for any of you, and I-"
The slam of the meeting room door stopped me from continuing. Everyone stared as the one person they least expected walked in, looking like she had just won a battle with a High Dragon and fought her way through a hundred enemies to get here. Patience Hawke, after all, had been in hiding for a few years now and probably hadn't had a proper bath in almost as long. Léna noticed a group stay near the door, but her eyes were on her friend right now and she didn't pay them too much attention.
She could've been Léna's twin if it hadn't been for her ears, facial tattoo's, and height. Like Léna when she first came through those doors, Hawke had a heavy pack strapped to her back, which she took care to gently set on the ground.
She was jokingly glaring at me as I looked towards Nathianel Howe, who just shrugged and looked like he'd taken a hit to the jaw. I was tempted to stick my tounge out at him, after all I had warned him that Hawke was not one who paticularly liked his late father, the previous Arl of Amaranthine.
"Of all the places you could've chosen as a meeting place, Warden, you chose one that had to be underground! Honestly, what is it with you and tunnels? Used to be you were absolutely afraid of tunnels in the circle where we grew up together!" She chastised me as we embraced in a tight hug, both of us laughing at her comments because we knew it was true.
I nudged her away slightly and shrugged, "They don't bother me as much anymore. But that's not the important thing right now, did you manage to find what I asked for?" I motioned for everyone to come in and join me near the meeting table.
She nodded, grim, and pulled out four thick journals and a slightly bigger book. When she put them on the table, each wheezed out a thick cloud of dust and the spine sagged terribly, indicating just how old these books were. "Took me longer then expected, but with short stuff," someone yelled out 'Hey!' behind us at that, "Bethany, Fenris, and a slightly unusual attack on me and Beth by the Carta, we tracked down everything we could, which as you can see, amounted to not much."
Unable to remain quiet any longer, Kale, who represented the templars in the meeting, spoke up, "What in the hell is going on?! We've got a war that the mages previously started on our hands that could start again at any moment, despite what Divine Justinia has done to stop it's progress!"
This ill-timed insult caused an uproar amoung the mages. The other templars who were there responded in kind by yelling back and unsheathing their swords, while the kings, leaders of the Crows, Grey Wardens, their entourages and the Dalish backed away quickly, not wanting to get involved in the fight.
"Ma vhenan souveri elvarel ma'in melava!" Léna yelled out in frustration, she was tired of all the bickering, the fighting and the senseless slaughter of innocent lives on both sides. But she was surprised to find that one simple elvish phrase had caught all unawares and everyone was now looking at her, some in confusion, others in amazement, and others still in careful, if nuetral, expressions.
Seeing her chance, Hawke glared at them and ordered, "Everybody sit your argumentative asses down right now!" by the time she had finished speaking, not one soul was standing save for herself, Léna, and the group at the back. Both sighed at the little catfight and looked knowingly at each other.
"Anyways," Léna continued, pushing aside many thoughts she wanted to say right then, none of which were kind or gently-worded, and pushed the material which Hawke had found towards the group, "This will show you what I have been trying to tell you, and I ask that you be as gentle as possible for obvious reasons."
As each person looked through one book or another, most scoffed and passed their book along, but some were shocked or intrigued, especially the Antivan Crows, who she knew wouldn't scoff or do nothing to help her, having worked for them and slowly rising in their ranks.
By the time the books were back in Hawkes' possession all but the dwarves and the dalish looked convinced, and Léna knew who would walk out as allies and who wouldn't talk to her for quite some time.