Our Right to Choose | 155 BA.

[Navalic 44]

In the quiet peace of the White-River forge, Navalic sit next to a large table, watching the crab servants work tirelessly around the forge. Some even went out to protect the manor of his family without he ever ordering it. A smile appeared on his burned face as he slowly realized. "These little creatures are not larger than a dog, and yet they willing to die for my family just because we gave them a purpose to work for." *his voice was still tired as he spent the last few days in the wilderness to protect the people from the horrors of Darkspawn.

His smile then turned cold as the missive finally reached him. A cloud of smoke covered him as he ignited his pipe. "I call you my King as the law states, but still i only respect you because i see you as a men like me. A simple mortal like us, walking among his people, and yet it means more than a crown or any riches" His words was full of sadness "But still... Why people are blind to see the truth? Why i risk my life every day to protect them from the horrors of the unclean, when they only care about to spill the blood of their brothers? Why they can't see that our real enemy is only growing stronger as we fight eachother?" A loud metallic bang shaked the tools hanging behind him, as he stood up and slammed his steel hand on the table "Why they can't see? There are no Gods... Only Daemons with great power, making us act like fools by their evil orders!" He shouted before sitting back. The crabs in the forge all stopped and turned to him, waiting for his order "We need weapons... As many as possible, to protect the commonfolk" Raised his large metal arm in the air as the small servants started working harder than ever, filling the air with the burning heat of the smelter, and the loud noise of hot metal under their hammers.