Midway through the fifth letter, it occurs to Alistair: he could have just sent the effects to Weisshaupt. With their records, they would've had an easier time matching everything. They'd know where their families lived, if they even had families to be found.
Why didn't he?
You know why you didn't, comes that thought right on the heels of the first one. You know.
He keeps writing.
Eventually, he cracks his neck, stands, and fetches more scrap paper to bundle the effects for delivery. In the heap of trinkets, two amulets remain; they're both Oath amulets, their single drop of darkspawn blood glimmering faintly at their center, a red so deep as to nearly be black. They're one of the most important things a Warden will carry.
And he can't carry them home for whichever two Wardens died out there in the Wilds.
He realizes he's paused midway through wrapping Warden Lucas's half-carved mabari, gaze frozen on the amulets. I don't know what to do.
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Why didn't he?
You know why you didn't, comes that thought right on the heels of the first one. You know.
He keeps writing.
Eventually, he cracks his neck, stands, and fetches more scrap paper to bundle the effects for delivery. In the heap of trinkets, two amulets remain; they're both Oath amulets, their single drop of darkspawn blood glimmering faintly at their center, a red so deep as to nearly be black. They're one of the most important things a Warden will carry.
And he can't carry them home for whichever two Wardens died out there in the Wilds.
He realizes he's paused midway through wrapping Warden Lucas's half-carved mabari, gaze frozen on the amulets. I don't know what to do.