Two kittens had an argument. It was a cat-astrophe.

Nathaniel nodded as Ruth spoke, he’d been foolish, but he hadn’t wanted to stay in Orlais like the medical experiment he was, and he hadn’t wanted to return to Ferelden until he had a better idea what his body was going to do. Seeing friends in the Free Marches had felt like a reasonable compromise, at least at the time.

Well I hadn’t intended to go back to the other Grey Wardens until I knew what was going on with me because I know they’ll have a hundred questions, and some won’t be happy with me for my choice. I have friends here in the Free Marches, friends I rarely get to see because of my Grey Warden duties, so I was headed to them. He rubbed the back of his neck, he was grateful Ruth had found him and taken care of him. Then Nathaniel tipped his head curiously as Ruth said the word warden and then apologised for the coldness.

Well considering the type of men that make up our ranks, I can’t say that I’m surprised. That’s the thing with the treatment, if this works, it could mean never having to recruit criminals ever again, fuck it means a lot of things, that is the least of which, but still….I’m sorry that happened to you. He said sincerely, he himself had been forced into the Grey Wardens all for stealing his family’s belongings back from them.