Return to OstagarAs her drakeskin boots crunched through the fresh layer of snow, Quinn surveyed the calm field. What was once a bloody battlefield was now something on the opposite end of spectrum. It was hard to surmise what Duncan had gone through meer weeks before, and she knew, when she turned towards Alistair, that this was the beginning of the closure they both needed. Wordlessly, the mage walked over to her fellow grey warden and, discreetly in front of her other companions, grasped his hand and looked up into his eyes. "Come on. We'll find him, I promise you."
The blonde haired templar nodded. "Yes. We will." He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles, before letting go of it, and beginning to look around again.
Soon enough, they came across an ogre with two familiar hilts sticking from its torso. From the corner of Quinn's eye, she saw a hurlock emerge from behind a barricade, its arms waving in a grandious gesture, causing the once dead ogre to become animated agai