She is wiping tears out of her eyes and not paying attention to where she is stepping and there is a bark and a crash and Embrium is sitting on the ground blinking up at what can only be another group of soldiers fleeing the battle of Ostagar. Malcolm's chest is lying on its side in the mud, still closed, thank the Maker.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there."

There are three of them: a young man in steel plate wearing sword and shield and thoughtful expression, a young woman in faded brown leather carrying a wooden staff of the type used for hitting people with rather than the type used for casting spells, and another young woman, this one in chainmail with two swords at her belt.

The last of the three offers Embrium a reassuring smile and a hand to help her up. "Don't worry about it. Are you all right?"

My hometown is about to be overrun with darkspawn of course I'm not all right.

"I'll live. Are you coming from Ostagar? What happened, how bad is it..."

"Bad. But we're working on it. I'm not sure how much of the news has gotten ahead of us - I'd say it's 'leave town immediately' bad but not 'hide under the bed and wait for the world to end' bad."

"Oh good, I don't need to worry about bringing a bed to hide under when I leave town. Working on it how, from what I heard everyone is dead and there's a massive darkspawn horde, which sounds like a difficult problem."

"We lost the king, a big chunk of the army, and all the senior Wardens, but that's hardly everyone. There are treaties guaranteeing troops to the Grey Wardens from just about everybody in case of a Blight, and there's no longer any doubt about whether this is a Blight. So we collect those and then go flatten the darkspawn horde with them. Pretty straightforward, as plans go."

"...You're grey wardens. And you have a plan. OK, that's better than I expected." She pauses for a moment, chewing her lip thoughtfully. The Templar are all at midday prayers, she could probably take these three if it came to a fight, but they're grey wardens so maybe not, and they're still near the Hawke house and maybe saw her coming from there, Malcolm's notes don't have his name but. Best be careful. 

"I don't know how useful I will be but I would like to help if I can."

"I'm sure we can find a use for you. My name's Elissa, and these are Ambrose, my fellow Warden, and Clare, who guided us out of the Wilds."

"A pleasure. Embrium. She's Chasind?"

"More or less," says Clare.

That doesn't sound like she's hiding something at all. Which, fair enough, so is Embrium.

"Are you planning to be in Lothering for more than an hour or just passing through? If there's time there are some things I want to grab..."

"You've got at least a few hours to pack, don't worry. The plan is to catch up on the news, find any other survivors of Ostagar who might be interested in helping us, resupply where possible, and then head for Lake Calenhad to get started on the collection."

Carver would want to help but she wouldn't do that to the family.

"I'll get everything together then find you, I suppose. I don't know how much news you'll hear, 'the king lost at Ostagar, everyone dead' is the big story of the day."

"I was hoping to hear that my brother made it out of the Wilds alive but it doesn't look like I'm going to be that lucky."

"I'm sorry. He might have, I just think that even if he did that wouldn't be what people are talking about."

"So maybe I'm not going to learn much by eavesdropping on the local gossip, but if I ask around I might be able to build a better picture. Any suggestions about who I should talk to?"

"Try the Chantry? A lot of the injured are being kept there, and the Revered Mother and Ser Bryant are the most likely to know who has passed through. Most of the sisters and templars should be there now, midday prayers are just wrapping up, so even if the Revered Mother doesn't know they could do a survey pretty quickly if it's important."

"Okay. Thanks."

And while they are doing that, Embrium will steer well clear of the chantry and repack her books to fit Malcolm's in and load her books and alchemy supplies onto her cart, then go looking for the Wardens.

"Any luck?"

"Nobody's heard anything about my brother, unsurprisingly. The Circle of Magi is apparently being overrun by demons and/or overzealous Templars, depending who you ask, and the Arl of Redcliffe is so deathly ill that he's got knights scouring the countryside for the Urn of Sacred Ashes on his behalf. This is awkward since those are exactly the next two places I was planning on going, but I don't want to delay either of them in favour of the other. Probably we'll end up sending Ambrose to the Circle and me to Redcliffe, and meet up again at the gates of Orzammar; you can come along with whichever branch of the expedition you prefer."

"Demons and Templars and Darkspawn, oh my. I'll take Redcliffe. Clare?"

She shrugs. "The Circle, I suppose. Of the two options it seems likelier to involve hitting things with sticks."

Elissa chuckles.

"Herbalism is sort of like hitting things with sticks if you are very loose with your definitions of 'things,' 'sticks,' and 'hitting.' Probably less satisfying than demons and/or rampaging templars, though. Best of fortune to you."

She turns to Elissa, "Anything else before we go?"

"Don't think so! Let's get going."