[Dragon Age] Under Six Feet

? When Logan walked through the door of the Amarantine Inn, the first thing Logan saw was the dog squatting by the fireplace.

It was an old Mabally warhound, with loose fur and breathing hard, and it turned its head when it heard Logan's footsteps through the door, and then the warhound stood up abruptly.

"dog!"

Just as it was galloping towards Logan, the inn boy standing at the counter tried to stop it, but failed.The Mabali war dog has already run in front of Logan.

For a moment Logan thought, like the chap, that the war dogs were going to attack him, but as he gripped his sword, he suddenly realized that he should know a dog of his age.

The gigantic war dog stopped at his feet, whimpered a few times as if happy or sad, then lowered its head, and rubbed its head against Logan's hand hanging by his side.

Yes, it was the Marbury war dog in Logan's memory.

For a moment, Logan didn't know whether he should be surprised or sighed. He never thought that he would meet this Marbury war dog again. In the past ten years, he hadn't even thought much about the past of the war dog's owner. But today, ten years later, in Amarantine, the war dog recognized him.

So he stretched out his hand and patted the war dog's head lightly, as if comforting or greeting.Such an action made Mabali wag his tail happily, and called Logan a few times affectionately.

Marbaly's actions made the guy behind the counter stare in surprise, but then his eyes fell on Logan, and he seemed to think of something from the actions of the war dogs.But Logan preempted his question. He looked at the inn clerk and said frankly: "I don't have much money left, so I just want something."

Then he pointed to the courtyard outside the door, and the inn clerk nodded knowingly.

When Logan walked out, the Mabali dog followed behind him.

The dim sun was slowly sinking from the coastline of Amarantine. Logan sat on the steps and watched the setting sun disappear inch by inch. Mabali lay at his feet. Logan lowered his head, half mockingly. Half sighed and said: "So, she left you here."

The war dog barked twice in dissatisfaction, as if he didn't agree with Logan's statement, which resulted in a sneer from the man: "Amarantine is indeed a good place to retire now, and she has treated you badly."

What responded to Logan was the war dog's angry growl. It stood up and straightened its spine, as if it wanted to prove that it still had the glory of the past.

At this moment, the door of the inn was pushed open again, and the clerk in the inn came out. He looked at Mabali who was standing upright suspiciously, and then handed the wine glass to Logan.

Logan grunted as a thank you.But the inn clerk didn't intend to leave. Instead, he sat down and watched the incomplete sun gradually fade into the blue sky and earth together with Logan.

"So," the man said after a while, "you are the gray guard, aren't you?"

"what?"

Logan asked, he didn't look at the inn clerk when he spoke, but examined the war dog at his feet.

If I remember correctly, it is already more than ten years old. It is indeed an old man who has experienced many battles and is now honorably retired.Logan thought of the time when he saw it for the first time. At that time, the war dog was sharp and ferocious, squatting next to its master, with vigilant eyes, almost exactly the same as its master.

its owner...

"The Greyguard who ended the Blight with the heroes of Ferelden," replied the innkeeper, "she spared your life, and in return you joined her to face the awakened arch-demon—I am not Native, I only heard about it in Kirkwall when the dry tide happened. This horse barley recognized you, I just remembered."

Logan twitched the corner of his mouth, but he didn't mean to laugh: "So, you want to hear a story."

"Why not?" asked the clerk. "It's getting late, and you can't leave overnight."

Such words made Logan heave a sigh of relief, and the war dog standing at his feet raised his head as if he sensed something, his eyes hazy due to his age seemed to be colored with understanding.

It was indeed old, and it was impossible for her to continue fighting with it, so staying in Amarantine was indeed the best choice.

Ten years have passed since the Fifth Blight.Logan squinted his eyes. After such a long time, the memory of the lord's meeting, the summoning ceremony, and the hero Felaiden is still vivid in his mind.

It is clearly like the picture of Marek wearing the crown earlier.

"After all, it's old, like me." Logan looked at the old war dog, and didn't know who he was talking to, "And she has to keep going."?