The icy air that chills even the thickest of skinned to their very bone, the jagged mountain paths that felt like walking on daggers, the thick snow one would sink knee deep in, Gereth missed it all as he lumbered his way through the sea of people. It had taken weeks for the grey brute to make his journey this far north from the Frostback mountains that he called home and the farther he traveled the more and more be began to detest the lowlands. He had trekked through marshes full of the undead, battled through woods teeming with all manners of beasts, climbed parlous mountains, and even sailed across a nightmarish sea, all of that Gereth took to with stride, but the towering individual couldn't tolerate the nearly constant complaints of his lowlander companions. Since the beginning of his trip Gereth managed to acquaint himself with a group of Ferelden mercenaries that were also on their way to this gathering of arms, but if he had known what weak stock they were made of Gereth would of taken the risk of navigating the lowlands on his own. He had to pull this band of whelps from destruction caused by their own stupidity countless times and now that they had finally made it to the meeting grounds Gereth couldn't rid himself of them fast enough, offering little more than an agitated grunt as a farewell.

After making his leave of his less than pleasing travel companions Gereth found himself facing a whole new nuisance, the sea of people he their cacophony of hushed murmurs whenever he passed. Another annoying trait that Gereth discovered about lowlanders, they always hid their grievances behind false smiles and whispers. It was after the fifth time that Gereth heard [i]"What is a dirty oxman doing here?"[/i] whispered behind that he truly longed for the bluntness of the people of his hold. Resisting his urge to demonstrate just how much of the brute they assumed him to be he could become Gereth pushed further into the sea of people, eventually finding the right person who pointed him into the direction he sought.

His patience that had been far more than wearing thin seemed to finally managed to receive some sort of break as Gereth broke away from the mass of people and found himself observing an odd, but far more tolerable size gathering. A dwarf, two younger looking humans, another human that looked about a decade or so older than the other two, and one more even far older than he. He listened to the small exchanges the group made for a few moments, resisting his instinct to simply walk away from the nonsense he was hearing Gereth pushed himself forward. [color=00aeef][b]"Are you the one I have to see in regards of this."[/b][/color] He said bluntly to the armored young lady, cutting through the little comedy scene that was unfolding. As he spoke he presented the letter he and so many others had received that had brought him here. He hoped to have his question answered quickly and to avoid anymore of an annoyance that this whole endeavor was already proving to be.