The journey from the Anderfels had been rough and lengthy. He'd ridden a horse across the barren lands of his home, crossing into the Tevinter and cutting a sharp line south through Nevarra. He wasn't thrilled about the journey, particularly travelling through Nevarran land. It felt like another world from his own stony, bleak steppes; filled with colour and artistry where his home was grey and ancient. But the note penned for him by the First Warden detailed that it was necessary for him to catch a ship from Cumberland to Jader: The Revenant.<br/><br/>It was on this ship that he sat in the confines of his room. Outside his doors, one could hear the bustle of people as they boarded, chatter about the prices of the tickets, the wind, and even some loud complaints that there were no more private rooms available. But Vetur was ignoring it, his steel-grey eyes fixed on the token he twisted between his fingers. Supposedly, the other members assigned to this mission by the Penterghast would bear the same emblem, though finding them might be difficult. Still, they were headed to the same location - their paths would cross somewhere on the road.<br/><br/>He let the emblem drop from his fingers, and it clattered against the emblazoned griffon that decorated the plate of his chest piece. Much of his armour had been removed - it was a little too bulky for a ship, regardless of how large a vessel it may be. Vetur moved for his window and pulled the shutters aside, opening the cabin to the cool winds of the sea. It toyed with his pale blonde hair, and pulled at the heavy furs of his hood. He stood for some time pondering the task ahead, with the wind whipping at his face for so long his cheeks felt numb by the time he lay down.<br/><br/><div align="center">*</div><br/>A knock the following morning brought Vetur sharply to his senses. He lay still, his fingers groping for the wrapped handle of his axe. He moved slowly, silently, and got to his feet. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and took a few deep breaths.<br/><br/>"Templars. Open the door!" The gruff call came from behind the polished wood.<br/><br/>Vetur relaxed, lowering the axe as he moved for the door. He pulled it open, and stepped out into the air - looking down at the silver-armoured templars with their squared helms. He could see their eyes narrow through the visor slits as they looked up to him, his face an expression of cold displeasure.<br/><br/>"Sir... Following last night's incident, we need to ask you some questions." One of the faceless pair - one with blue eyes, spoke coldly despite his polite tone. His eyes were also fixed not on Vetur's face, but on the haft of his axe.<br/><br/>"I saw nothing. I have been resting." Vetur replied coolly. He'd heard some of the commotion early in the morning, but as it concerned mages and not darkspawn, he chose not to involve himself. He could not afford to get sidelined when his orders came from the First Warden himself.<br/><br/>"Resting?" The templar asked suspiciously.<br/><br/>"Yes. I have come a long way... from Weisshaupt." The word had an immediate effect. A glance over his shoulder revealed the griffon mark on plate armour, and the templar immediately stiffened, apologised for the interruption, and reported on the situation at Vetur's request. The Wardens of Weisshaput were powerful figures; the First Warden often considered the true ruler of the Northern country, over the King of the Anderfels himself.<br/><br/>After listening to the Templars, he took the opportunity to ask if they'd seen anyone bearing an emblem or token or medallion that looked like the one he'd been given. They hadn't, but it was worth asking. He was sure they'd run into one another sooner or later, but most probably in Ferelden. Vetur couldn't help wonder what they'd be like. Probably Nevarran warriors from the Pentaghast Clan itself - they were famed for their Dragonhunters of old. He nodded to the departing Templars and stepped back into his cabin. Jader was in view, and he needed to gather his belongings.<br/><br/><div align="center">*</div><br/>It wasn't long after that The Revenant docked. The port was alive with colours, music and the sound of revelry. It was a little jarring for the Warden. Dressed in the full Warden Commander coloured plate and his furs, with his sword and axe affixed to his shoulders, he descended into the city. He needed a few supplies, and would perhaps check in on a few leads the Templars had mentioned before continuing on...