[past] The truth is

For Garryn the worst possible outcome had already happened. His father was dead, his people displaced, he didn’t feel ready for what was expected of him, but he couldn’t let his fears show to his people. Compartmentalising didn’t come easy to him, but he did the best he could not to let his insecurities show. His people needed a strong leader in these times, and as badly as there was one part of him that didn’t want it to be him, he also didn’t want to let his father’s memory down by losing control of his people.

He chuckled at Frankie’s comment about dipping in the pool and unwinding. There were definitely dwarves that seemed to follow him around, vying for his attention, but he had so much going on, and how could he really be sure if they wanted him for him and not his crown. Of course, this wasn’t a wholly new problem, he’d had admirers his whole life.

I suppose you’re right, but sometimes I wish I could know what it was like to be a nobody. Would people still be interested in me. He imagined people would, but then he’d know they were interested in JUST him and not his crown. He nodded and agreed with the comment about Ostagar being one of the last places in the blight to be cleared of darkspawn. Which made sense since it was there that the darkspawn had won their biggest battle against the top world, the battle that had decimated the ranks of the Ferelden Grey Wardens. Garryn had only been a toddler at the time, with no real memories of that time, beyond the stories he’d hear years later.

Garryn nodded as Frankie brought up the lumber, one of their biggest needs since settling at Ostagar. Since the only structure really to survive was the tower, most of his people were living in makeshift tents, but there was only so much viable lumber in the nearby vicinity, speak nothing of the fact that working with lumber on that scale wasn’t exactly a strength of the dwarves. Neither was farming, but the elves of Arlathan had helped out with that.

We definitely need more permanent shelters, though I can’t shake the feeling like it could all be for nothing if the blight takes a turn. It would be different if we could still fight, but most of our warriors died in Orzammar. They were training people to fight of course, in case the worst happened, but it wouldn’t make up for all that they’d lost.