Dragon Age: Origins/Awakening, Part 7: PERMANENTLY FROZEN

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Nathaniel left the table to follow, heart in his stomach with a gnawing hunger of curiosity; for the secret knowing Madh harbored of Ferelden's King, for the cryptic sorrow he had shared with Montague, for his, for his everything, his history and innermost dilemmas, his open wounds and old scars, his laughter and the hollow part inside of himself in which he hid that laughter, swallowed it, buried it. Nathaniel followed Madha'in, step quickening with the realization it would just be them, alone, Velanna and Anders answering the Commander and left behind. Nathaniel followed Madh like the moon had no choice but to follow the sun, half hidden some nights, invisible other nights, but always following.

"How do you know Alistair Theirin?" Nate demanded, though it was not what he meant to say and not the tone in which he meant to say it.

"I fought at Denerim," Madh answered just as severely, shrugging his sword and shield to his bunk on finding their rooms. "We fought at Denerim."

"Then you knew Mad Mahariel?" Nathaniel pressed, though he set his longbow and quiver to their stands without the violence of emotion, highborn raised to know better. The door did slam against any who might follow, however, a loud bark of wood that punched another flinch through Madha'in.

"I knew of him," Madh spat, arms crossed defensively in a rasp of heavy chain, watching Nathaniel's brewing mood cautiously, uncertain.

Nathaniel, just as cautiously watching Madh from his post by the door, realizing how much larger he was in body and knowledge, lost his breath all at once with mortification. "I'm not here to, to," Red-faced, Nate stepped from the door, arms falling down in a swing. "Look, I don't mean to fight you. That's not what, er, not why I - there's just this wanting, you see, for answers. I'm behaving impatiently, forgive me."