En regardant les deux membres de l'Inquisition sauter comme s'ils venaient d'entrer dans le fade sans s'en rendre compte, Nolan a supprimé son amusement - en pensant que ce n'était pas le meilleur moment pour rire de deux personnes mystérieuses qu'il venait de rencontrer. En tournant son regard vers Clara alors que ses compagnons la scrutaient, Nolan prit quelques instants pour traiter le commentaire du nain à l'égard de son personnel, en regardant l'instrument qu'il tenait encore dans sa main droite - maintenant qu'ils étaient hors de la piste, il semblait beaucoup moins pratique de le tenir pendant qu'il accrochait son personnel sur son dos à la place, en maintenant sa main gauche tenue ouverte, plus loin de lui-même maintenant et plus vers son compagnon comme il s'était au moins assez bien réchauffé.
Comme les deux ont commenté sur sa crête, Nolan a regardé vers le bas vers elle d'une manière semblable à s'il venait d'être informé qu'il avait oublié son pantalon. En l'étudiant pendant un demi-instant, il regarda les autres à temps pour le commentaire de la femme, s'affaiblissant. "La volonté du Créateur, peut-être?" Étant donné que ni Clara, ni la femme ni le nain n'avaient encore fait d'efforts pour s'entretuer, Nolan a pensé que peut-être la situation était en sécurité et a fait un pas ou deux en avant pour se tenir à ses côtés, par opposition à la position défensive qu'il avait gardée derrière elle. Alors que la femme commençait à s'expliquer elle-même et le nain, il levait un sourcil. "Inquisition, hm?" Il s'en alla un moment pour faire un commentaire snide sur la façon dont il était étrange que la volonté de l'Inquisiteur était de tuer les Templiers, mais ensuite il se rappela le but réel que lui et son compagnon étaient là, et il s'est enfermé.
Décider de prendre sur lui-même de fournir l'explication de leur présence, il jette un coup d'œil à Clara, pensant qu'elle comblerait les lacunes qu'il a laissées. Il était sur le point de commencer quand la suggestion a été donnée par l'Orlésien, Nolan donnant un autre regard de côté vers Clara, ne prenant même pas la peine de supprimer son amusement à la notion comme il laisse un rire copieux. "Mage et Templier? Ça ressemble à quelque chose de Hard à Hightown." En continuant à prononcer quelques brèves hésitations à la notion, Nolan finirait par se rassembler, et continuer avec leur explication. "Eh bien, moi-même - Nolan, au fait - et mon compagnon ici, Knight-Lieutenant Clara, sont, ou plutôt - étaient - ici pour certains..." Il s'arrêta, pensant à la meilleure façon de le décrire. "Négociations agressives."
Une fois de plus, Nolan s'est débarrassé de la gorge. "Cependant, il semblerait que tu aies fait notre travail pour nous et que tu aies "convainqué" les Templiers d'arrêter de vivre, donc... bien fait pour ça, nous prendrons toujours la récompense pour ça si ça ne te dérange pas." Bien qu'il n'ait pas expliqué exactement les détails de leur but global, il s'est senti assez expliqué pour le moment, après tout, il n'avait pas du tout menti...
Name: 
Nolan Halwic
Age: 
27
Gender: 
Male
Race: 
Human
Nationality: 
Free Marcher
Group Affiliation: 
Grey Wardens
Occupation: 
Mage/Peacekeeper
Appearance: 
Nolan appears a reasonably built individual, standing at a height of roughly 6'1", he is reasonably muscular, but overall he is far more dextrous in his appearance - not relying on his physical prowess for a great deal. His black hair is usually slicked back over his head, and at the sides it is shaved, making the three scars which trail from the right side of his head down to the back of his head visible. His eyes are a deep blue, and his face is clean shaven, revealing the pale shade to his skin. Apart from the scar on his head, the only clear and defining marking which Nolan has on his body is along the length of his right arm, black and purple markings running along the veins of his arm.
Equipment/Weapons:
Generally, Nolan wears a black coat over his Warden armour, but ensures that at least the breastplate is visible, so as to avoid any confusion with a general apostate. Around his wrists he wears a pair of armoured bracers and boots, each adorned with the Warden symbol. He usually wears a bag over his shoulder which contains tomes, papers, vials, bottles and other alchemical ingredients - and his staff is wooden, the majority of its length adorned with metallic plating, with the the tip fashioned into a forked shape, jagged teeth running down the inside.
Bio:
Born to a prostitute in Kirkwall, Nolan always knew very little of his father - and never particularly cared to. From his mother he gathered enough, the man had been a circle mage, and himself had no interest in raising a child. Nolan's young life was fairly common for a boy of his status in Kirkwall, and during his youth he became fairly involved with all manner of criminals in lowtown. While Nolan was aware of the growing tension between Templars and mages in Kirkwall, he had no desire to join the circle - and was protected as an apostate by the gangs he associated with and helped by taking odd-jobs, never really aligning himself with one in particular. His safety did not last forever, and as Templars became more and more active within Kirkwall, Nolan was forced to leave the city as a young man, only having just turned 19. Nolan made his way to Markham, believing that perhaps the attention from the Chantry would be far less prominent, but he only stayed a few months in the city before wanted posters were placed up for him - on the charges of apostasy.
Having little contacts or places to hide within Markham itself, Nolan took to the deep roads below the city, believing they would be safe from the prying eyes of Templars. While he was somewhat correct, he began to become exposed to the more dangerous inhabitants of the Deep Roads - Darkspawn. Spending little more than a few weeks in the caves, Nolan eventually succumbed to a grave wound in his right arm, and began to feel the growing effects of Darkspawn corruption. Knowing what his injury would likely bring, Nolan attempted to leave the Deep Roads, but in his confused and panicked state, only got more lost - barely surviving the following days with the growing corruption in his veins, his arm forever becoming scarred by the darkspawn blood poisoning his own. How Nolan did survive was by pure chance - he was found by a trio of Grey Wardens, hunting down Darkspawn packs. In an attempt to save Nolan, the Wardens brought Nolan out of the Deep Roads - to their fortress on the outskirts of Markham, and administered the Joining to the man.
Nolan - despite his weakened state, managed to survive the Joining, and became a Grey Warden as a result. Originally displeased with this turn of events, Nolan quickly warmed up to the role - considering he had not died horribly, and would now not have to worry about Templars. He spent some time with the Wardens in Markham, hunting down Darkspawn in the Deep Roads, and when they were brave enough to come to the surface, and continued to develop as a mage. In some encounters with Templars - he often got along well with them - Nolan in fact had no issue with the Circle and how it functioned, nor did he disagree with the strict restrictions that the Templars had in place - the mage himself despising blood magic and its users, and particularly the results it could have. Considering these views, Nolan was sent to Ferelden when the war first broke out - to serve as a peacekeeper in conflict zones along with other Grey Wardens.