Reclaiming Our Past

His goal of restoring and returning some of their heritage had appeared, on the outside, as some half-thought pipe dream. There was little belief he would achieve anything of note given the ransacking of their various temples, tombs and abandoned, lost cities. Of course, it was to be difficult, likely often ending with little to show for his efforts, but Rut’theran wanted to try. He had the will and the experience of wandering Thedas on his own, or in small company, but he had the wisdom to know that far more of the tombs and artefacts of his people lay in the hands of those most wealthy or powerful. Caves and ruins were his comfort, books and a fireplace even more divine, but amongst a crowd of stuffed peacocks was the worst company for the unsociable elf.

This small band of adventurers, however, at least knew how to move about the Ferelden wilds without drawing too much unnecessary attention. They’d found the cave with relative ease, setting up camp just outside the entrance. Ruth had made little small talk in the journey, a relative tag along who cared not to draw much attention to himself unless pressed, or when pressing against one of the scouts' asses. The red head was cute, chatty as hell, but Ruth could tune her out enough to get his wiles out.

With most studying the cavern's entrance, the elf had taken a short walk down the cliff side, observing the carvings and artwork of his people in an effort to find some clues. There was a tomb here, he could smell it.