Leliana comes back not too long after.

And behind her, Wynne, looking maybe not ashamed, but something close to it.

Azry rounds on Wynne as soon as she gets close enough. "We are having words."

Wynne nods.

"In we go?" Alistair says, trying to distract from that.

"Hmph."

Sten is glaring at the doors to Orzammar, like they've offended him.

Zevran leans close to Blaze. "Something tells me Sten doesn't like being underground."

"I'm not sure I like being underground," she whispers back.

"That makes three of us."

Eddie looks between the three of them, and whimpers.

Blaze scratches his ears. "Four."

Eddie looks offended at that, and boofs.

"Yeah, you're right, Eddie. We'll be fine."

Happy bark!

"Ah, speak for yourself, mangy thing."

Eddie trots up to Zevran, rises up on his back legs so that he can rest his front on Zevran's shoulders, and licks Zevran's face thoroughly.

"Ack- agh- Okay! Okay! Point very well made, mutt, get off!"

He's grinning, however.

Blaze giggles quietly as she watches.

The gates to Orzammar finally open, and Azry leads the group inside.

Once through into the cavernous main "town" of Orzammar, they immediately come upon a shouted argument between two groups of dwarves, each wearing a different crest upon armour and shields.

It ends with three of them dead and the rest sheparded away by angry guards.

"Quite the interesting welcome."

"Good. More fucking problems to solve. Blight's not enough, we've got to fight through fucking squabbles."

Alistair reaches down to take her hand. "Love, it's all right. We'll get through this."

Azry does seem to soften some what.

"Right. There's a sign down there with a beer on it. I'm guessing that's an inn. We'll head there for now."

She leads the way.