Amateran's Watch, once outpost the the famed Grey Wardens of Ferelden, was truly a thing swallowed by the dark expanse of the Kocari Wilds.
The crumbling tower, overgrown with vines, shrubs and even several trees, all pushing and braking stone and mortar over centuries of neglect, now stood as a shadowed obstacle, foreboding as any enemy darkspawn, to the four Grey Wardens, who stood at its former gate.
"Lovely," remarked Daveth, "Not only do we have to be watching for those little genlock buggers, but now we have to worry about that wreck falling in on our heads."
Alistair stepped forward, surveying the crumbling ruin.
"No, the darkspawn have moved off for now. We should be in the clear," he said.
"So just the falling wreck thing, then."
The towering Ser Jory brushed past them, "Enough from you, Daveth. Let's just have this done. The sooner we're back at camp the better."
The worrisome knight had been on edge ever since they entered the Wilds. Swamps made him uneasy. Darkspawn-filled