<strong>Eluv'yan Federan<br/>The Imperial Highway<br/>North of the Woodlands</strong><br/><br/>Eluv'yan continued walking, supporting half the weight of Bor on her shoulders as Mathius held the other half of the weight. Mathius appeared slightly perturbed at her question. Perhaps it was too personal. She had learned before, at the Ostagar camp in the days before the battle, that many of her fellow wardens had sad stories to tell. Perhaps this was the case, perhaps not. He seemed to struggle with how to answer her, perhaps talking about Antiva would be a better course of action than of his family. When he revealed he had been a Templar, she shifted the weight on her shoulders and stared down the road ahead of them. Her face pulled into a blank expression, and only focus in her eyes.<br/><br/>In her mind, she cursed. Were he to find out about her abilities, it could cause turmoil at an unneeded time. He was rather souring sounding reminiscing about his mother. Eluv'yan's mother could have cared less about her mother as well. Since the woman did nothing but abandon her father and her when she was young. Perhaps had her mother known of the atrocities her father would eventually commit, she would have taken Eluv'yan along with her. It seemed as if the Templar's were as bad as she was told to believe, in terms of indoctrination and their own ways. She had heard tale of a few Templar Knights, who had strong hearts and good, kind ways. It seemed as most were too consumed with their Lyrium addictions or were already in a set of mind that was never to be changed.<br/><br/>When he asked her a question in turn, she debated exactly what to tell him. Should she tell him she took her own father's life? Would she tell him her family were the people she trusted and not her own blood? It seemed as her silence continued to stretch for more than a few moments. The twilight had started to swell in on them it seemed in the silence, before she broke it with a serious tone.<br/><br/><strong>"Denerim is far from any of Antiva's beauty. And it's people are often not worth mentioning. My blood amongst them. The only people I consider family now a days are those who hold my trust. And as of now there is only one person in that city who I trust... and he is unimportant now."</strong>Her blank face continued to only peer at the road ahead. The noise of Bor's feet clinking along the pavement had only faded away as her ears had concentrated on their surroundings now. She was tempted to stop them, pull of his shoes and cover his feet in leather wrappings or cloth. That would waste too much precious time, time they needed to get to a town... to get to safety. Bor needed a healer, and both Mathius and her needed some sleep. Other than that, she needed to find a place where she could replenish her supplies and pick up higher quality items for traps.<br/><br/>Once again she adjusted Bor's weight on her shoulder, her other hand reached up to check to see if he was still breathing. He was, at least that was something they wouldn't have to worry about. Being alone, and being just barely a Grey Warden, could have been tough to handle. Still looking ahead she spoke again, her tone more warm yet her eyes still fixated on the road ahead.<strong>"Perhaps family was not the best of subjects. Who taught you to dual wield?"</strong>She was curious about that, as he was able to manage short swords. That would take at least some form of heavy practice.<br/><br/>