yes...but later on

"Later on" a smile appeared on Wynne's face. "When the sun goes down I'll find you" she gestured to the bustling ruin that was serving as a makeshift war camp "it may have escaped your notice that privacy isn't exactly a possibility right now"

"Hmm" Aedan groaned as he realised the elder mage was right. Even he doubted he could find a way to get any privacy right now. A shame, those breast's of Wynne's were begging to have his cock between them, just like his brothers deceased wife's large breast's had been around his cock multiple times. Oh he would find Howe and make the bastard pay.

"Very well then" Aedan smiled "until tonight, beautiful" he bade his farewell to the buxom elder mage and continued his exploration of Ostagar. No doubt he should find Alistair soon, even though he didn't know what the man would look like but if he were to guess Alistair would be wearing the armour of the Grey Wardens as was Duncan; it would make him stand out after all.

As he ventured through the ruin turned war camp he came across a man; two dagger's across his hip's and wearing rather shoddy looking leather armour that a commoner not of noble birth could afford who was clearly flirting with; albeit rather fruitlessly with a female guard.

As he ventured further into Ostagar, Aedan saw a young man, nearly the same age as him flirting with a female guard, the irritated expression on her face could tell anyone that she wasn't remotely interested in the man.

"Shall I take that sour face of yours as a no?" the young man said, rather disappointingly "ah well, too bad" and it seemed the woman walked as fast away from. The young man had the look of a rogue about him; two steel dagger's affixed to a belt and dressed in rather dirty and ragged looking leather armour that looked like it belonged in the stocks of a shop in the seediest places in Ferelden.

"You must be the last recruit we need. Took your sweet time getting here" the rogue noted "I'm Daveth by the way"

Aedan frowned "how do you know I'm the recruit? Duncan never told you my name, did he?"

"Didn't need to" Daveth shrugged before pointing at the young noble "your armour kind of gives it away, I aint no smith but that armour you're wearing doesn't exactly look like the kind of half-assed work some blacksmith in the back alley's of Denerim will do. Looks more like what I imagine Master Wade would create"

Aedan had never given it much thought, when his father had presented him with the armour he had been surprised to say the least and it certainly didn't look like the kind of standard armour that the people in the Ferelden army received either. Still, he had thanked his father for giving him such a thing.

"Anyway, I assume you aint found the last recruit huh?" Daveth guessed and received an affirming nod from Aedan "guy looks older than the both of us; balding little fraidy cat I say. No idea what Duncan sees in im" Daveth laughed. "His names Ser Jory, and I thought Grey Wardens were supposed to be wise and brave as he certainly isn't"

"So you've already met then?" Aedan asked.

"Obviously" Daveth stated bluntly "if you want to see the fraidy cat he's up there" the scoundrel turned Warden recruit informed as he pointed up the nearby slope up to from what Aedan guessed were where prisoner's were kept judging by the hanging cage's. "Anyway, since you're finally here I guess I'll go find Duncan. Thats where I'll be if you need any help seducing the ladies"

Aedan laughed "I dont need any help on that count, trust me" he grinned "and it didnt seem you are too lucky with the ladies if that lovely lass from earlier was any indication"

Daveth frowned "she's just a frigid bitch" he added "anyway, I'm off to find Duncan" and with that the Denerim scoundrel walked off to find the beaded Warden.