Warden-Lieutenant Valana stood amongst the bodies, watching as the throat-cutters did their grim work. The blue uniform of a Grey Warden Mage was marred by spots of blood, but she paid them no mind, she had been in the very thick of the fighting, alongside the warriors, and a little blood was to be expected. The dark haired Elf watched the self styled "Taskmage" as he went about his business. She recognised what he was doing and was actually impressed. It was a clever use of Entropy, and honestly what was the alternative? To let the energy of dead men fade into the ground along with their blood? That would be a waste. And it was certainly a better way of restoring one's energy than drinking Lyrium Potions. She looked down at the empty flask in her hand, still tasting the unpleasant magical liquid on her tongue, and cast it aside with grimace.

Valana checked the bladeless hilt on her belt for the hundredth time since the fighting had ended and then started off back towards the main camp, ignoring the bodies being dragged away. A glint of light, reflecting off armor, caught her eye and she turned to see the Templar, Heather, seated on a rock. The Elf felt a knot of distaste in her stomach at the sight of the Templar armor, but she masked the feeling well, appearing completely indifferent as she strolled up the stand beside the seated woman. "Catching your breath, Templar?" She said, her tone intentionally neutral, as if she were simply discussing the weather. "I'm sure it's tiring work, slaughtering Mages. But at least it's work that you enjoy, right?" She stood casually as she spoke, resting a hand on the pommel of her Spirit Blade Hilt.