She picked up her blades and began making her way stealthily out of the tower where she had fallen. The spawn seemed to have finished with this area and moved higher in the tower, as evidenced by the  unsettling noises made by the creatures clanking around on a higher floor. The corridor she was in seemed deserted, and Roxie tried to ignore the bodies all around and focus singularly on getting out. That is until she heard rustling behind a collapsed heap of stacked crates and froze, staring with her blades pointed until an elf rose from within, knocking crates aside as he did so. It was the red headed servant she had met at the encampment only hours ago, but this time he was pale as death and trembling horribly. In his hands he had clutched the sword of a nearby fallen warrior and he pointed it at Roxie before realizing she was not, in fact, a darkspawn. Quickly he lowered the weapon, though did not let it drop, and dashed over to her side. 

"Thank the Maker. I thought everyone was dead," said the boy, absolutely drenched in blood, though most of it appears to be of darkspawn origin as he looked, pale faced, at the carnage surrounding them. "You're that Warden from before. I was afraid you were all dead too..." 

"I think most everyone is..." Roxie replied heavily, likewise looking to the surrounding death. "But yes, I am a Warden. We need to get out of here," she added urgently. The boy hastily nodded. 

"I have this sword but I don't know much about how to use it. I killed a few of them but I was afraid I couldn't get out on my own.

"Come with me then," Roxie instructed, stepping nearer in order to protect him if need be. "I will get us both out. Have you got a name?"

"It's Wick," he replied, sticking close behind her as she turned and began to lead the way out. "What's yours, miss?" 

"You might," he answered a little wearily, tilting his head at her. "I do magazine covers sometimes." Probably best to not mention being primarily famous for being rich right off the bat. "And I was on a few episodes of --"

"No, that's not it," Ezra cut in before realizing she had just interrupted and brushing brightly, wincing and turning her head down a little in apology. "You're the guy who did the benefit... For underprivileged kids in hospitals. One of the kids you helped out is from my or-- from the home where I grew up. So yeah. That was really great of you. So thanks," she finished sheepishly. Morwyn looked surprised a moment and then actually rather relieved. 

"I didn't know anybody had even really heard about that one," he said with a little smile, tucking his sunglasses into his front pocket and lowering his tablet. "It didn't get publicized as much as I wanted it to so I just made up the difference in donations." 

"Well it meant a lot to Trevor. So thanks," Ezra said again, hands resting on either side of her and holding onto the seat as she glanced between him and her knees.

"It is no concern of yours, creature. You should not be able to see me," he intoned calmly and coldly.

"Well now you've got me curious so I have to know," she raised her eyebrows, responding to the brushing off with persistence and dropping her tone to a dark and playful one. "I can't resist a mystery," she said, seductively licking the blood from the corner of her lips and reaching out to catch hold of his wrist as he moves past. The man looked disgusted and simply phased his hand through her grip. 

"Do not touch me again, leech, or I'll have your hand. Leave now. I have work to do," he demanded, lowering himself to the ground beside the body. Sabel did nothing but look even more intrigued and folded her arms in front of her. 

"This is, uh... this is a pipe wrench," Garrick blinked, looking a little confused by her asking. "Have you... have you really never seen one of these?" Cora sighed and decided to give up the act, shaking her head. 

"No, I have... I'm actually trained as a mechanic... I just wanted to stand over here and talk to you and that seemed like something that might get you going. That was dumb, I'm sorry," she answered sheepishly, clearing her throat. Garrick, on the other hand, looked rather charmed and grinned up at the woman as he settled down on his back under the sink to work. 

"You could have just started off by telling me that. I'd have wanted you to stand over here and talk to me anyway," he said, not even pretending to conceal the little smirk. 

"Well alright then," snorted Cora, sitting down beside him. "How bout we assume I know what all your tools are and then you show me how you fix a leak like this. Good bonding activity between a girl and her plumber." 

Garrick laughed and patted the space behind the second sink cabinet door beside him.