[b]Ferelden. Woodesmen outpost[/b]


"Wystellia..." Julien said as his face screwed into a confused frown. "What are you talking about?" He asked as he raised himself to a sitting position up on the bed, groaning slightly as he did so. "I've been out of action since the battle. What's all this talk about Loghain, Duncan and the king?" The duelist paused and sighed. Loghain wouldn't have betrayed them. Even in the Free Marches the reputation of the Hero of River Dane was well known. And from what little Julien saw of him at the camp, the teyrn presented an image of stern competence. Not exatly the type of man to let half his army die for no apparent reason. But then again, Loghain's forces never showed up. Though this could also mean that they were also overwhelmed by the Darkspawn. Maker knows they had the numbers for it.

Running a hand through his hair he surveyed his surroundings. He had no recollection of how he ended up here, wherever here was. And if it wasn't for the dull pain all over his body Julien would've thought that the massacre at Ostagar was merely another nightmare. Even now his mind refused to completely accept that it had truly happened.

"Why don't you start by telling me where we are and how we got here and then go from there?" He asked as he passed a hand through his wounded arm, that was somewhat healed. "And for the record, a little magic would do wonders to put me back on the field. I feel like a Qunari danced over my body." He added with a smile as he searched his body for wounds and bruises