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Waking up not in Vigil's Keep startled her, Grey Warden Andrale Mahariel hated to admit. It is still the truth, though.
She sprinted away from wherever she had been dropped off at once she gained more consciousness, the skirt of her chemise nightgown gripped tight in her hands. Barefoot and hair flowing free - she had certainly been a sight to see for residents on the streets.
Andrale finds her self amongst confusing buildings one moment to something familiar - a forest. A forest she knows not the name of, but it's something close to home. Though, dread doesn't wash away. She feels and hears nothing form the Blight in her blood.
Wrong. All wrong.
When did she slip into the Fade?
Old habits warn her she may be hunted. She knows she is no mage, but a desperate demon will still take her as a host.
She knows not of these woods, so Andrale finds the sturdiest branch on the ground. Her weapons may not have made it in this trip to this Fade, but she will not be caught defenseless.
Andrale presses herself close behind a trunk wide enough to hide her, clutching the branch like a lifeline. Footsteps catch her attention, and she braces.
The second they approach...
Andrale springs, swinging the branch with enough force to knock out whatever Fade spirit or demon that thought it could get the jump on her.
