Grey Wardens

🕊️ Grey Warden

“They arrived just after dawn—four of them. Clean boots despite the rain. Not a drop on their cloaks. One asked about the bodies with a voice that didn’t echo. The next moment, they were gone. Funny—I don’t remember what they looked like.”
—Sergeant Illen of the Ashkarin Watch, three days later, with no written report filed

Most folk in Ashkarin and along the wider Trail have heard of the Grey Wardens—though no one agrees on what they do.

Some say they’re an elite Lodge unit sent for “special problems.”

Others say they clean up after magic the gods would rather forget.

Most just nod solemnly and change the subject.

They arrive quietly.
They speak plainly.
They carry papers no one dares question.

They are always polite.
They are often forgotten.

“Saw 'em once. Four figures, all grey leathers and gloves. Spoke like archivists. Walked like soldiers. They asked one question about a singing mirror, then left with a satchel and a page from our ledger. The page wasn’t missing. It was never there.”

—Dock Quarter Clerk, name redacted

Officially, they’re part of the Pale Lodge.
Unofficially, no one investigates once they’re involved.
Magistrates don’t argue. Temples defer. Scholars pretend they weren’t here.

"Let the Trail carry what we must not remember."
—Excerpt from a civic order bearing no date

They are not mercenaries.
They are not heroes.
They are Grey Wardens.

And if they’ve arrived, something is already out of tune.