Lilith stepped into the city of chains and looked around in stained hope. She had been on the run from the Tevinter Imperium for 2 ½ years and she was becoming weary of the chase. She had many years ago refused the offer to become a Magistar and they had bound her in chains as a slave. A powerful ill-mannered temperamental slave. She hated them more then she hated the Templars. She was hoping she could disappear into the city of Kirkwall and remain undisturbed for the remainder of her years. She knew that the Blight had hit ferelden a year or so ago and that the city was swarming with refugees and Mages. Hopefully she could blend in. She moved with a simple grace through the gallows watching the horrifying slave statues with uneasiness. She wore a simple leather armor and a light hooded cloak that was pulled over her head to hide her pointed ears. She had lost her mage staff in her last escape and now carried several sets of throwing daggers and a beaten up Longsword. She keeps close to the walls and made her way into lowtown.
After several hours she found her way into the hanged man and sat down at the counter. She ordered a drink and paid her coin keeping her hood up and avoiding eye contact with any of the patrons. She listened to conversations that took place around her but one in particular caught her attention.
"I am so thankful that the Grey Warden came with the refugees." a woman's voice said quietly. "I am certain my boy wouldn't have made it if he hadn't healed him."
"Aye but I doubt he will be around long. His lack of subtlety will cost him that and he will end up in the circle." a man's gravely voice replied.
'An apostate running a clinic?' Lilith thought to herself. The thought of any mage doing that in the city run by templars was a perplexing idea. 'and a Warden as well?' Lilith shook her head. She needed sleep before she even remotely thought of chasing down an apostate like herself. She rented a room and settled down for the night.
