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Another EverAge: Awakenings, Exodus to Kirkwall. Velabanchel, near the Antivan City, Month 11 - Guardian, 9:30 of the Dragon Age. The squeak of rats filtered about along with the moans and screams of the, soon to be forgotten, prisoners held in the many ‘rooms’ of the prison. Held here King Maric in this place, the cold stone hay covered floor a thin strip of cloth that would be, hardly, considered a coverlet to keep out the cold. Though it was considerably warmer in the winters here than back home in his Ferelden. It was no longer his Ferelden, held still in his filthy flea-infested cell, Maric slipped in and out of sleep. Several dozen full moons have passed since his capture, even longer since he was clean and comfortable. Had he deserved this, he hardly thought so. It felt as if what Asha’bellanar, Witch of the Kocari Wilds, spoke of in her ramshackle hut deep in the Wilds. With his thoughts left to the bitter words, his Light’s cousin had left with him. From that day since, the words echoed in his mind, his heart, during
