Frost Flowers, In This Heat? BY Morrigan

Ordinarily such a quest was beyond his consideration. He didn't think it was beneath him but neither did he feel it was overly lofty, just not a mission to which he felt particularly drawn. As Warden-Constable he had numerous duties, a lot of which tended to coincide with his position next to Lana and the others of the Protectorate. He was often at something of a disconnect with the outside world while on the Peak, a quality he sought to amend sooner rather than later. He didn't feel like much of a Warden without a genuine devotion to all of Thedas. And then there was the matter of Alyvia and his questioning. So maybe he was a coward in answering the witch's call and avoiding personal responsibilities but there was a higher purpose at play. 

It was a long journey, most of which he'd crossed with a favored courser to the base of the range. He ascended quickly, cutting up and over towards the unfamiliar settlement. He'd never went out of his way to navigate around Orlais like he did Ferelden. A bias he never intened to relinquish. He could feel the pinch in his chest as the freezing air sliced into his lungs, barely sufficing in a full inhale. When finally the unmistakable signs of civilization appeared on the horizon in front of him, remembering as he neared that the only thing he really knew about this mission was the inherent danger. Just ahead he saw two figures and being that the were some of the only two out in the cold, he figured this was his destination. 

Certainty of danger? Small chance of success? 

What were they waiting for?