[Rosekitten]

Ok so she had him on that it was kind of a mix of wanting more information on this... mage that seemed to be wanted. They did always say curiosity killed the cat. It was rare but it did happen once in a while that he questioned things or wanted to find out information. A trait he was sure he picked up from his mother, though having no memory of his father he couldn't really know for sure. Though he did owe her a debt for helping in him the fighting against the darkspawn. A debt that was paid as he saved her in return by not leaving her there.

He did glare at her as she moved and explained she was just getting a candle. Like he trusted her that far, he had pretty poor experiences with mages and they were more then tricky that was certain. Though she seemed to act almost like a child talking about campfire stories. This was the mage who had bested a group of five templar... twice?! Ok well maybe almost bested was a better way to word it. Asking him to sit and saying it was going to be long he seemed to comply with. They were stuck here till he didn't hear the darkspawn shifting about outside anymore anyway.

From there she went on to start her story. Long winded of one at that. Saying about how she ran off as a child and ran into a camp of Dalish elves. Most clans did not like humans, being the reason their history was lost and their life spans shortened now. Still to think that they would attack a child wasn't something he had really put much thought into. Not that he had ever met any Dalish, aside from his mother he had only been in cities all of his life. This only changed in recent years due to the patrol routes of the Templars.

The story seemed to effect the mage as she spoke, though the mood changed as she started into a bit about a wolf and how the wolf was the witch of the wilds. Ah that explained a lot about the transformation spell. Though at the mention of the name He almost wanted to shudder a bit. The witch had taken many lives of templars foolish enough to seek her out. It was a quickly growing legend. Only the foolish or crazy went after her now, it was like seeking out death itself.

Only to meet a fate of being lost in the woods, if you were lucky you stumbled back to a near by village or town. Most were never heard from again, probably she used them for her own gains. Rather that was his thought, he didn't know and he had no intention of going out to seek her either. Though This mage seemed fond of her saying she wanted to find her again to show her how strong she was now. Oh course he was a bit shocked to hear such words, someone wanting to seek out the witch.

Though soon enough she moved into the second question, much shorter then the first. A foxkin...he had heard something about them before. Probably from his mother she liked to retell old tales from her clan. Probably to pass on the knowledge or to keep it alive even though she had found herself so far from home and with no way to return to her clan as she was drafted a outsider for leaving. Never the less he still remained silent as she went over how she was a orphan and such.

Wait did she say Olaf? Sure he was nice to most but Volke hardly remembered him being nice so to say... He did remember him though that man was quite the role model if he liked you. Though he also remembered hearing some report that he had fallen in battle or that a circle he was on duty at was taken over by demons. Only a handful of the templars there survived and even those weren't the same after seeing the carnage. Though he was brought from his thoughts as she said he might know him. Oh he did...

This was when she asked for a name, or pretty much did. He sighed at that thought closing the one eye he had open, it hurt to keep the right one open all the time, side effect from the mage he had dealt with back then. Not that its vision was anywhere near perfect anyway. "Volke... but call me whatever you like I'm sure I've heard it all by now." He spoke before finally moving to stand. Sitting still wasn't something he often did well. Only certain times did he manage to sit still for any period of time. "I've heard of him.. Sir Olaf I mean. I also remember how against it he was of my training." Leaving out details that Olaf wanted him to just be silenced so they would be done with it. Apparently someone else that hated Elves. Something he was rather use to by now that was certain.

Thinking for a moment he didn't have her name either. "What about you then? I'm assuming you have a name, unless you want me to keep insulting you and just saying mage or some other term for rogue mage." Though his mind had already moved on to a new issue, the fact this place had been empty so long the odds of there being food stored here were slim and he had no idea how long they would be stuck here. He had some on him but between two people it might be enough to last a day maybe a bit longer and it wasn't anything large, just some dried meats and fruits really. Things that kept a while and were easy to carry.