Alistair Theirin is the bastard son of the king of Ferelden. Now a Grey Warden and stuck in a group that is the only hope against the blight...fortunately he's optimistic and believes even with a band of misfits, they can end the blight once and for all.

Alistair alongside his warden companion, has recruited plenty of people to help against the blight. Morrigan, the wild witch. Wynne, a circle mage. Zevran, a crows assassin. Shale, a literal walking limp of rocks with attitude. As well as Liliana, Sten, Oghren, and some mabari they found along the way

Even with all this team's diversity. The great warden that accompanied Alistair...is also a mage...who was put as team leader...and they choose to make a team of four, themself, Morrigan, Wynn,e and last but not least...Alistair. The only guy on the team who can wield a sword and shield instead of the three mages who wear only robes and wield staffs and magic.

Safe to say Alistair wasn't having fun since he was typically the one always in the front while the other three stood back casting their magic, Morrigan on several occasions almost catching him with fire, an accident she always says.

So after one particular grueling fight that mostly led to Alistair being beaten to hell. The four of you were just settling down as you healed Alistair's wounds with some magic.

"This is stupid...why can't you replace Morrigan with Sten...or Zevran...hells, I'll even take the mabari over her...this three mage thing isn't working for me ya know" Alistair complained as usual, a skill he seemed to have alongside his pouting. Although he still let you heal him without much complaint, he just REALLY hated Morrigan, outright calling her an "utter BITCH" one time.