Hushed whispers and shocked gasps could be heard near the bridge heading towards Minrathous. The only bridge, in fact. The cause of this curiosity was a large human being, clad in armor. That in itself wasn't too unusual. What was is that the armor was that of a Grey Warden. The Grey Warden, in fact. Here to answer a missive he intercepted. The details were vague and frankly it all seemed too under-the-table for him. But a job was a job, and The Grey Warden was the man for it. Besides that, it'll be interesting, if it's not very productive. Most of the guards gave him a wide birth, and even those who had reason to hold him up quickly let him on his way when he showed them his letter. He didn't know the name on the paper, nor the significance of the person. He knew that she was a noble, which also implies she's some sort of mage. The title Magister certainly implies this. Tevinter itself had the reputation of being a nation for mages. Whether this is a good thing or not wasn't something The Grey Warden cared about. What he did know was that there were many powerful mages in the country, and it would be unwise to anger any of them. But the same could be said of angering anyone.

The Grey Warden would prove this point as he was trying to head towards the magister's manor, but some sort of disturbance on the street was blocking his path. Seemed that a few caravan wagons have suddenly broken, blocking the entire street. The Grey Warden would have waited, but it seemed the the blockage not only slowed down traffic, but also made it difficult for repairs to be done as there was too many people for get the equipment through. The Grey Warden had no interest in sticking around, so he had to find a detour. He somewhat was surprised when as he took a fairly large alley way, he was accosted by a gang of masked and hooded brigands. The Grey Warden wondered what sort of experiments goes on in this city that lowly thugs think that attacking a Grey Warden, donned in full armor, would be a viable idea for them. They wouldn't get much of a chance to reflect on their actions on account of being dead, and the Grey Warden now began to wipe the blood and gore off his armor. The rain helped clean his armor, but also gave him a wet, corpse smell.

Eventually The Grey Warden made it to the manor, and had even used the money he picked off the thugs to purchase gifts for the lady of the house, possible guests, and something to cover up the stench of death that was on him. The guard at the gate gave him a look that showed confusion, amusement, and a hint of fear. It may mostly be due to his scent, which was that of apple and honey as well as the smell of decaying flesh, though the idea that a Grey Warden has come to visit them was perhaps something that made the guard wonder if he was going to be allowed to join the order. But The Grey Warden quelled these curiosity when he revealed his letter, like the elf before him. Unlike the elf before him, The Grey Warden encounter no other guards who asked to see his papers aside from the guard who stood outside the Lady's entrance hall. He showed his papers, and the guard asked: "Here to see milady? Here to recruit for the order, eh?" The Grey Warden said nothing. The Guard likely expected some sort of responds, as the two stood in awkward silence for a good five minutes. While one could tell that the guard, clad in dark armor with a Bronze emblem on his chest, was not a golem for the eyes that pierced through the visor, the same could not be said of The Grey Warden. Looking into his visor only revealed a darkness and a sense of emptiness, not from a lack of a physical presence, but a spiritual one. It was as though he was a deadman walking, which given the fate of most Wardens, is not farfetched.

Soon enough The Grey Warden finally was allowed an audience with the lady of the house. It seemed that she was already entertaining a guest; an elf mage, from his equipment. The Grey Briefly wondered if he was a native to these lands but than quickly ceased such thoughts. It didn't matter; he was here for the job. There was a table and chairs arranged, and the multiple amounts of chairs implied that he would be working with many others. The Grey Warden took his seat and took out his letter, his own method to express his purpose being here. When the elf servant came to pour him tea, he waved her away. He did not drink.