The assembly had argued over the casteless turned Warden and even with all that back and forth, Behlen still strongly encouraged the acceptance to go through. If they accepted the heroic Warden Brosca, she was a soldier whom stood for hope and opportunity, the prosperity of the dwarven race to overcome great odds no matter how low nor dark was the time. Rica sat and listened, the concubine caste girl was an ambassador for the people of Orzammar and she even gave testament to her sister's strength and their struggle so that the shaper could record the rise of this unlikely Paragon among them. For nearly a month, Roque was throwing her time  into exploring the deep roads with fellow Wardens to aid in reclaiming the thiags and clearing the road to Kal'Sharok to secure a trade to rebuild the trust broken so along ago. It was around this time, one of the Dead Caste brought her a letter from the outpost they kept near the city. Looks like Commander was hailing her in for some actual Warden tripe.<br/><br/>She didn't have time to head back to Orzammar, the location she was in now wasn't far from the peak, so she settled to sending a letter to Rica. Sure, it would be nice to see her sister before having to leave, but she might be stuck in another delegation or, worse yet, she would have to run into her own mab drowning her bitterness in mosswine.<br/><br/>It was a good few day journey into the right tunnel that lead out and upward, her brothers in arms saw to it that her trip up was a secure one, but she didn't wish for them to fuss over her trip. All she needed was her faithful comrad, the marvelous warhound, Toki.  The brace of cold air whipping through hte gaping mouth of hte tunnel was a welcomed feeling, strangely enough. It was still a bit dim out as dawn was breaking along hte horizon. Her steps drawing her inevitably closer to that rolling watery sky still blinking with dimming stars. If only she got out while it was still night, travel would have been so much easier that way.. But the smell.. Something that never be burnt cast it's scent under the wind and the sight of fire on the next hill over caught her eyes.  Sending Toki ahead, she followed a bit slower to keep her eye out, to save her strength should there be bandits, darkspawn, or werewolves prowling along... The wreckage was small.. Several wagons were burning and it looked more the work of the Carta then simple minded beasts.<br/><br/>Well, waste not, want not. She continued on, with some caution, eyeing the area for traps are Toki rejoined her with a warning growl, the massive dark body bracing and ears flicking back. Drawing her teal eyes up to the mouth of a cove, a dusky Rivaini looking bloke was there and looked as suspicious as she did about this.  He didn’t have his weapons drawn,, but she lightly  folded an arm behind her head to palm the grip of her sword..<br/><strong><br/>“ Oyi..”</strong>Greeting shortly to the follow, her eyes lightly shifting to the wagon  for a moment  before going back to the human.<strong> “ Dun’t s’pose dis is your handy work, human?</strong>”<br/>