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[b]Kingdom of Ferelden. Somewhere in the south.[/b]

	"I'm sure that a accomplished healer like you wouldn't find much trouble dealing with just a little bit of poison." Julien teased as he wiped his blade clean with a rag. Not that it was of much use now however, the rag itself was pretty frayed and dirty itself. Plus Julien had also lost the oils and unguents he commonly used to maintain his weapons. He stopped his work momentarily, cursing silently at the loss of such expensive material.

	At least he had gotten Wystellia to agree to fish. Which wouldn't be that easy now that he stopped to think about it. Well, maybe he could fashion an improvised spear out of some sticks like that templar had showed him back near Starkhaven? 

	Without any further ado he followed Wystellia silently. Eyes carefully surveying his surroundings for any more looming threats. Now that the thrill and excitement of victory had worn out, Julien was once again filled with that mix of hopelessness and resignation that he was sure would soon become a familiar companion during the remainder of his -probably- short life. He shook the thoughts away, there was no way back now. He would just have to do his best and hope to accomplish something. The duelist snorted loudly at that last thought, chances were they would end up dead once the horde caught up with them.

	The rest of the walk was silent. Julien followed the elf up the dusty path and into the hills, his throat reacting instinctively once the sounds of running water became audible . The river she indicated would be a good spot as any. Julien wasn't banking on them succeeding while trekking up further into the wilds blindly with a empty stomach. He may had resigned himself to their eventual demise but he still had enough fight left in him to prefer a quick death in battle rather than starving to death in an unknown land.

	"Chances are that river probably has some fish." Julien replied as he walked down the hill towards the river. "We just need a few sturdy sticks or branches to fashion spears with and we ought to be able to catch at least a couple fishes." Of course, a couple fishes would not be able to sate a Grey Warden's increased appetite but that part was left unsaid. "Once we're done." He continued as he bent down to grab and study a promising piece of wood. "We ought to use the sun and stars to locate ourselves." The stick was rotten and he had to throw it away. "I mean, Ostagar is in the south and we need to head north. A-HA!" Julien found an acceptable tree branch. Cutting it down with his longsword he quickly sharpened one end and with a silent prayer to the Maker he finally went to the river.