[b]"Maker's breath..."[/b] Paxton mumbled slightly to himself at the news of the slaughter of Bann Caius' troops. They were good men, but also they were all well trained and armed. For them to be completely wiped out meant that the suspicions of a large Darkspawn force near by were true, something Paxton was secretly hoping was just misinformation and the paranoia of others. Despite finding out that his worries turned out to be true Paxton kept his focus on Garviel, no point of developing two problems when one could be dealt with by simply listening. Paxton remembered reading about these treaties years ago, apparently they were written up after the first blight as a way to show appreciation to the Wardens and their slaying of the first Archdemon Dumat. They would be able to do something almost completely unthinkable, actually get Mages, Dwarves, Dalish, and Humans to work together for something greater. Though it was for a dark reason they would joining forces the thought brought a odd sense of hope to Paxton, he couldn't explain why but he felt that this alliance had greater possibilities. But none of that would matter if they couldn't stop the Darkspawn. 

Paxton refocused on Garviel, giving a slight nod as the commander finished. [b]"I am ready to fallow you to the steps of the Black City and back Garviel."[/b] He said with a confident tone and a smile to Garviel, Paxton trusted the Garviel's judgment as the elf had yet to lead him astray. He looked over to his fellow Wardens, extending his warm smile to them. [b]"And I am sure that we will be twice as fierce than any Darkspwan out in that blighted horde."[/b]