Regardless of the admirable morning, Variel slammed the wooden door of her hut and trudged off angrily over such a silly little discovery she had recently made. She had sent a letter to an Orzammar resident requesting a sample of darkspawn blood to be sent to her straight from the Deep Roads. Of course the courier agreed to it, but after two months of not hearing from him, she received word that he was killed. This infuriated Variel for she needed it to learn the Blight Wolf form if possible. And if the Courier is dead, she cannot succeed. "How dare he get himself killed. Shame on him for disrespecting my word," she mumbled under her breath.

With a fling of her wrist, she disposed of her black cowl and revealed her features. Her hair was an elegant chocolate brown that fell onto her shoulders in waves. The hair was mid-length, and she quickly pulled it back to do a full braid. As she advanced further into the Wilds, her eyes locked on to a patch of flowers and many types of plants. But there was something about those eyes. They were a bright, vivid orange; around the pupil was a ring of gold, giving them a flame-like appearance. And when she approached the patch to pick herbs, they swayed away from her, as if her flame-like gaze were to melt them away.