The Grey Warden didn't look at the Kossith who questioned him. Frankly, he wasn't sure if he wanted to answer. Regardless of what the Kossith thinks of him, he was going to be on this job. Whys or hows were, ultimately, pointless. But The Grey Warden also knew that it the Kossith may have asked out of distrust; after all, what were they getting into, that a Grey Warden would be involved? At the very least, he'd quell some of her curiosities. Slowly, with a raspy voice and a slight lisp, the Grey Warden spoke. [b]"I... Am not here for the Grey Wardens. I have arrived... On behalf of myself."[/b] The Grey Warden spoke with pauses between each breath, as though the act of speaking was something he had some difficulty with. Mostly due to inexperience; not a lot to talk about in the Deep Roads. [b]"You are thinking you know of our kind, Kossith? It is understandable... But these things are quite different."[/b]

After speaking some another showed up. A warrior of some type, who wore the armor of Chevaliers. She seemed respectable enough, but the smell of fire was fresh off her person. What had she gotten into before she arrived, The Grey Warden wondered. More importantly, how had it ended? Either way the Grey Warden was curios if this was all who would be attending. He had figured there would have been more, what with all the chairs. Perhaps they would come later. Or maybe this was just a formality. The waiting, that insufferable waiting, made his nose itch. He didn't scratch it, but it did give him a feeling of uncertain dread.