I was Born for This

Zoltan nodded, someone claiming godhood couldn’t be good. He’d learned a lot more about elves since moving to Arlathan, and that included Ancient Elves. It was absolutely crazy for him to think that there were actual elves around, that had just one day up and literally gone to sleep for thousands of years and woke up as if nothing had happened. He knew magic was powerful, but he didn’t realise just to what extent until he learned about the sleep that elves could go into, practically making them immortal.

I’ve heard there are quite a few of these, ancient elves claiming godhood, but so far the only one that is a threat is this Elgar’nan. Fascinating culture really, I’ve definitely learned a lot living here! He exclaimed. As Maeve commented on the blights, Zoltan tipped his head curiously as he listened. What he knew about Grey Wardens could probably fit in a thimble, but he knew enough about blights and the taint to at least have a general grasp on some things.

He knew a lot died from the taint, and that some were offered the chance to become a Grey Warden. So he knew somehow the taint had something to do with being a Grey Warden. He also knew they often recruited criminals, so it clearly wasn’t an organisation that had people beating down the doors to get into.

A cure? For the taint? Well that would certainly make life easier when going through a blight, and clearly the fuckers can’t even let us alone for fifteen years, or however long it was between the end of the Fifth Blight in Ferelden and the start of the Sixth Blights in Orlais and Ferelden. One blight in my lifetime was bad enough, two just absolutely absurd. Will this be good news for your brother as well, he’s a Grey Warden and I assume the taint has something to do with what they are, even though I don’t know the precise details. Wait, isn’t he dating a doctor? Zoltan took another sip of his wine, letting the whole taint and blight conversation ruminate in his mind.