Ansgar stepped out of the way once he had made his introductions, and not in a less timely manner as others approached, including what looked like a Qunari. But, the old warrior reminded himself, the 'Wall of Grey Muscle' as the man was called, did not carry himself like a Qunari. Nor, as far as he had encountered, would one have so readily thrown his lot in with such a group. Ansgar had trouble remembering the term for them, he was not very fluent in the language used by those following the Qun, though he had encountered their ilk before. They didn't respond well to what he was, so he oft made it a point to not tarry overlong in lands populated by Qunari and such followers of the Qun. Didn't appeal to him, anyways, even if he considered it from before his corruption. But the giant named himself as Gereth, and seemed to leave it at that, not preferring big guy. Some folk did not take kindly to nicknames, Ansgar could see the why, so he would merely keep the name in memory should he need to converse with the not Qunari. No, he was tired of thinking not Qunari, so he spoke quietly, voice carrying volume enough to be heard however, the cold chill that Talon felt in his bones only grew harsher when Ansgar spoke, giving him a subtle indication of the source of the gnawing, insistent hunger. [color=00746b]"Gereth, I do have a simple question, if you would humor an old warriors curiosity. I recognize you do not follow the Qun, they would not subject themselves to this of their own will, alone, but I have not heard of what one of those outside the Qun would refer to themselves as. Would you be willing to enlighten me upon this matter?"[/color]

Ansgar spoke politely, as he would to any fellow warrior, not concerned with the difference in species. After all, get into a fight with the darkspawn, they hardly care what race you are, killing is killing. But as he awaited the man's response, the daemonic whispering in his head grew insistent, they cared not for this waiting, and were convinced that they would be found out before it was opportunistic to reveal his nature. Mainly, they wanted to start fighting again, so close to a, at casual observation, army to dwarf that faced at Ostagar so many years ago. They knew his memories of the matter, and had lusted at the chance of having another fight like it. He drowned out their voices with his own thoughts on those present so far. Gereth, he had addressed, and left at that. The dwarves seemed to not overly care for each other, the female dwarf was an indication of this at any rate, while the wall flower seemed unhappy with the fast talking rogue's proposition to stand up front and center. Another elf decided to go talk to the two, and the daemons whispered that he knew something was wrong. Ansgar ignored them, outside of a fight, they merely sought to create conflict to revel in.

Despite the rather rag tag, disorganized look the group had, Ansgar was confident in the well rounded appearance it had, if equipment was anything to go by. Mages, plenty of warriors, at least one archer, for a task force meant to vanguard the main Southern Army, it seemed like it could prove rather effective. Assuming they were all competent enough to stand against the worst the Darkspawn could throw at them, this apparent Black Warden included, something that left him rather uncomfortable. The rumors that wherever he arrived, the defenses were smashed and torn asunder in a single night, something rang too close to home for him, as it sounded like another being corrupted, only falling to another side of things. He was not looking forward to the idea of facing such a being, but the daemons, of course, relished the thought of a real fight instead of slaughtering more peons, as they saw the world. But the aura of insistent, gnawing hunger remained, something that Apostates that tried to help him in the past described as unpleasant at best, and he sadly could do little to suppress. He had no gift with magic, nor could he readily focus on such things in a fight with his condition even if he did, so it was something they would have to tolerate or comment on. Perhaps they might have something to help him, when the time came for a fight. He would ask of either of them later, the Magister especially might have some knowledge on the matter, known for blood magic as they were. Certainly something to keep in mind...