[past] The truth is

Garryn wasn’t sure he remembered where he’d once imagined his life to be at this point, but having taken the throne at the tender age of twenty-one because Orzammar had fallen and his father had died protecting their people, wasn’t on the list of things he’d considered. He wasn’t alone, he had his brother and Moira, but it was still a big burden, so when the King of Antiva had reached out offering support Garryn was grateful.

Garryn didn’t entirely understand the situation in Antiva, but he knew that Bhelen had supported King Frankie and Garryn wished to continue the relations between the two kingdoms, not that there was much left of the Dwarven kingdom.

One thing that was becoming a clear, the situation with the blight was only getting worse, despite the best efforts of the Grey Wardens. Garryn wasn’t sure what they were going to do, they were still rebuilding and trying to make a home out of the ruins of Ostagar and most of their warriors had died so that the majority of the Dwarven people could flee Orzammar.

Garryn was looking forward to the visit fro m Frankie, ordinarily most of their interaction was via correspondence, but today he was getting an actual visit. He tried to make the place look as presentable as possible, despite their lack of resources. Garryn was outside the tower where they conducted the assembly hall and where Garryn took care of the day to day duties. That was when he wasn’t out around Ostagar helping the people, getting his hands dirty along with everyone else, trying to make Ostagar a home and constantly reassuring people that they would be all right on the surface. He laned up against some stones and closed his eyes for a moment. Not opening them until he heard a rider coming close.