[Athilea Majiri]

Tariel managed to keep her face blank of expression. Her eyes were another matter though. They were fiery with her anger. She would be pummeling the guards with her fists given half a chance. They were men that had only added to her hatred of shemlen.

When the guards grumbled and one was sent to retrieve her bow and daggers, she could not prevent the slight, satisfied smile that touched her lips. The men had thought themselves better, but no one could really deny a Grey Warden that was trying to take on a recruit.

The Dalish woman waisted no time in grabbing the bow, and her quiver, examining the wood and string carefully to ensure that the guards had not damaged them before she took her daggers and slipped them into their places in her boots.