Corraich followed the group at his own pace, shouldering beggars out of his way as required. He could already tell by the way they held themselves that half of his merry band were soft-hearted, the way they glanced at the refugees like they were fragile creatures made of glass. Corraich pitied them too, but his pity was edged with the knowledge that these fools had allowed their home to be taken from them. In this world the strong prospered and the weak suffered, it was just the way of things. He had learnt that lesson himself, the hard way, which nowadays was the only way.

They found the wife with little fuss, the one known as the Warden nominating himself to speak to her. The Wildsman was more than happy for the helmed rogue to take point here, as Corraich had always had trouble speaking to women. Not enough practice probably, especially since his wife had passed all those years ago. Thoughts of his lost family stabbed the barbarian with knifes of regret, so he quickly subdued the feelings and forced them to the back of his mind. His attention was grabbed by the conversation once more when the wife forced a healing poultice into his big hands. Corraich was overtaken by a wave of embarrassment, unused to receiving things that he had not earned. He muttered his thanks, his cheeks colouring red. He was only to happy to leave the inn after that, keen to get on with the mission and escape his awkwardness. 

The mismashed group arrived at the main gates not long after, the Warden stepping forward and speaking up. 

[i]"Alright, this is it. Once we leave, I am not expecting to come back without some proof of what happened to the husband. This would be your final chance to either quit or get any additional supplies. I would also like to ask, do any of you know what we could expect within the Heartlands? Things that might pose a danger to us. I know that the Darkspawn shouldn't have gotten this far into Orlais yet, but aside from that I am fairly new to these lands and do not know what could come."[/i]

"I reckon our biggest threat would be running into a bandit company. More than a few of them have been hassling the countryside lately, eager to bleed the refugees a little. Had a run in with a group of them myself, as per the Chantrys request. Most are just thugs, but get enough of them together and they can be a pain." The Wildman didn't think it bore mentioning that the group he had run into weren't gonna be posing much of a danger anymore, seeing as they were little more than mud now. 

One of the elves stepped forward then, sprouting some optimistic crap about not letting the woman hiring them from becoming a widow. Corraich sighed, before steeping after the elf. Some people just never managed to open their eyes to the world they live in.

"The worlds full of widows. Unlikely that making one more is going bother it much." Cautioned the big man as he headed out for the countryside.