Abelas, the ancient guard and loyal servant of Mythal stood in the middle of the sacred temple. The usual wan skin and piercing gaze did not express the turmoil of emotions inside of him. The copper red armor was still shining brightly in the mellow sun, like on the first day of his duty.

"The Inquisition left the Arbor Wilds, Abelas. So did Corypheus. We await your command."

The ancient guard gave no sign of acknowledgment. Instead, he took in the sight of the remaining sentinels. No pride filled his chest, no hope sparkled in the cold eyes. Only the deathly void was creeping up his spine.

"Malas amelin ne halam, Abelas", were the parting words of the strange Inquisition-elf.

But how could a guardian of the well accept an another name. Defending the temple, the heritage of Mythal was his only purpose in life. With the well gone, there was also nothing left of him.

He exhaled and lowered his head. Should they attend the blissful sleep and to never awake again? Give in to the void and lay down to rest peacefully?

"Abelas", spoke his second-in-command once again. "There is nothing here for us. We should depart as well."

The guardian gave a nod and turned to the sentinels.

"Our duty came to an end. Together, we shall seek out a place that is untouched by the shemlen. Halamshiral, possibly, the end of our journey."


„Inquisitor Trevelyan, if not for your formal attire, I would have mistaken you for the stable boy!"

Josephine's amused voice startled the young Inquisitor. He rose to his feet, a little clumsy, holding on to his hart.

"Even as the mighty Inquisitor I still care for my mounts. And to what purpose does Lady Montilyet visit the stables?"

The ambassador gave a charming smile, even so she noticed the sudden change of topic.

"There is a matter of minor importance I have to discuss with Master Dennet. By the way, Cullen was looking for you. Some problems with dangerous elven warriors roaming the Arbor Wilds it seems. Even after Corypheus' defeat, we still have so much work on our hands!"

"I shall seek him out then", Trevelyan replied, taken aback by the ambassadors highly motivated demeanor.

"Excellent!", she proclaimed, then added cautiously, "Should you need a friend to talk to, Inquisitor, just come to me, yes?"

He bowed politely and watched the lady depart. It surprised him how encouraged and enthusiastic Skyhold inhabitants were.

"I wish I could join the general gleefulness", he entrusted the Tirashan Swiftwind and the animal nuzzled in the fabric of his attire. "With Dorian back home in Tevinter, fighting a noble battle against those evil magisters, there is a hole in my heart nothing could fill."

The bitter truth, blunt as it was, gnawed at the Inquisitors soul. He knew, his romance with the tevinter mage had to end at some point. He just did not expected it to be so soon.

The Tirashan Swiftwind finally snorted, perhaps on the misery of his human rider, and gave him an encouraging push in the ribs.