Her sources told her the Inquisition was looking for aid in their fight to stop the Dread Wolf's plans in the Imperium. The blonde haired Elven woman counted her blessings. Tevinter was one of the few places in all Thedas that she could most easily blend in.
"Are you sure you can get in that way?" asked the man who had saved her life.
She smirked at the question and replied, "Oh, I'll make it. You put me in charge of the Black Wolves for a reason."
With a chuckle, the man admitted, "A fair point. I wish you luck."
Magister Dorian Pavus was greatly impressed by the new servant. All potential wait staff had to be interviewed, since they were not slaves but payed help, and she had passed hers with flying colors. Her work ethic and organizational skills were exceptional.
Knowing the Inquisition was looking for people to help in the fight to stop Solas, Dorian was always on the lookout for individuals who could potentially aid that fight. And so, Dorian relayed the woman's name to the Inquisitor via their message crystals who would then pass it on to Alexander, Leliana's replacement as Spymaster, to let him look into her history and evaluate her potential as an agent for the Inquisition. Sailing through that evaluation as easily as her employment interview, the woman was secretly sent to Skyhold to serve as an agent answering directly to Alexander.
Despite having heard all of the stories about Skyhold, the Elven servant woman from Tevinter was still impressed by the strength of the place. And not just the stone and mortar that had built it, but the strength of the spirit the place resonated with. Snapping herself out of it, she started towards the front gate once more.
She showed the letter to the gate guard that bore the seal of her previous employer, Magister Dorian Pavus. The guard waved her in and told her to follow the steps all the way up into the main hall. Following the instructions, she smiled as she entered the hall. After all of the stories, it was exactly as she has pictured it to look like.
"Miss Breani," The woman looked towards the speaker, a fair-haired, light eyed man with a perpetual smile, "We've been expecting you.
"I'm Alexander," he introduced himself, "I am the one you will be reporting to."
The woman smiled and said, "A pleasure. Magister Pavus had nothing but good things to say about you."
Most would have missed the slightest of blushes that appeared on Alexander's face, but the woman caught it just before he glanced away.
"The Inquisitor wants to meet you," Alexander quickly regained his composure, "But she's in an important meeting with Lady Josephine and an Orlesian diplomat. Let's get you settled in while we wait."
The section of the barracks that Alexander took her to was an area set aside for agents and scouts that answered to him instead of Cullen. After a quick introduction to the place, she set her things in her place and followed Alexander back to the main hall.
As they entered they passed a man dressed in typical Orlesian nobleman's style, quite clearly the diplomat from Orlais. The woman picked out the Inquisition's Ambassador easily, even from the other end of the hall. And the woman she was speaking with...
Even without having been told that the Inquisitor had been in the meeting, or even seeing the missing hand, the Tevinter woman could have easily picked the Inquisitor out of any crowd and from across any crowded room. She carried herself with confidence and wore an aura of grace and power like a cloak. And yet she still came off as someone a person could confide in about anything.
"Inquisitor," Alexander bowed his head respectfully, "Miss Breani has arrived from Tevinter."
"Inquisitor." Breani bowed, genuinely respectful.
"It's good to finally meet you" the Inquisitor smiled, "Dorian couldn't say enough good things about you."
"I'm not so sure I deserve it." A blush colored Breani's face.
"I'll take her from here Alexander," the Inquisitor told her Spymaster, "I was hoping to get her impression on a few things."
"As you wish Inquisitor," Alexander nodded before telling Josephine, "As it so happens, Ambassador, there was something that I was needing to speak with you about."
"Of course, let us go to my office." Josephine nodded and the two left.
"What did you wish to ask me about Inquisitor?" Breani asked, genuinely curious.
"You grew up in the Imperium, so I was hoping to get your take on our current fight." The Inquisitor led her towards a door across the hall.
"You mean this one with...oh what was it? The Dread Wolf? Or was it the one with the Qun?" Breani asked as they climbed the stairs behind the door.
"Fen'Harel." The Inquisitor clarified.
"What exactly about it do you want me to speak of?"
With her hand resting on the railing around the center of the library and gazing down at the paintings on the wall of the room below, The Inquisitor asked "How do you feel about the idea of the Elven gods simply being Evanuris? Powerful mages?"
Giving her honest opinion, Breani said, "I have heard the tale. That the 'Evanuris' went mad with power and turned down dark paths, becoming evil dictators eventually worshiped as gods. And that the 'Dread Wolf' was a mage who led a rebellion against them. But could the gods truly be just mages? I believe yes. Our people were once immortal you recall. They had the time to gather knowledge and strength mages in this age could only dream of. And they had the time to change people's impression of them as well. Some were starting to believe that Corypheus was a god and he didn't have the length of time that the Evanuris did."
With a small chuckle, the Inquisitor admitted, "I see your point."
"And as for the 'evil mages" part of the story, I have seen both good mages and malicious mages in my time but I have also seen normal men be both saints and sinners. That is simply the nature of man. It's not just mages."
The only other person that had been in the library left and Breani asked, "Can I be honest about something with you Inquisitor?"
"Of course. What's on your mind"
Breani's naturally bright personality shifted just a little bit and revealed the calm and calculating mind just beneath.
"By now your Spymaster will have told you that I was once a slave owned by a notoriously vicious Magister who almost two years ago was mysteriously killed and that many credit me with the killing. And he's also reported that he can find no possible connection between myself and Fen'Harel."
"How do you-" the Inquisitor started to say.
"He is wrong Inquisitor," the woman cut in, "That is simply what I wanted him to find. I was owned by that Magister and he was killed after he nearly killed me. But I did not kill him, in self-defense or otherwise. That was Fen'Harel's doing."
The Inquisitor gasped.
"He saved my life and then welcomed me and my fellow slaves as followers. After the Exalted Council, he wanted someone he could trust here. So here I am."
"Why?" The Inquisitor asked, so quiet Breani almost didn't hear her.
"You Inquisitor. You are my one and only mission here."
"Me?" the Inquisitor seemed genuinely surprised to hear that.
"Is that really so surprising? Despite everything that's happened he stills cares deeply for you. He doesn't want anyone to harm you. After the Qunari tried and it took direct intervention from him to stop them, he knew someone with access to our information network would need to be here looking out for you."
Guessing the Inquisitor's main concern, Breani added, "I will not report anything about the
Inquisition. I report only on your personal welfare."
"Why tell me all this?" The Inquisitor asked.
"I wasn't supposed to," Breani admitted, "But you accepted a Ben-Hassrath spy into the Inquisition knowing that he was spy. And to be honest, I agree with his idea that I would have been found out eventually and that it's better for you to hear it from me up front."
Looking back down towards the lower floor and seeming to accept what she was hearing, the Inquisitor said, "Solas is still looking out for me, even though the Inquisition stands against him and his plans."
"Yes Inquisitor," Breani nodded, "I will be your silent protector. Otherwise all of my skills are at the service of the Inquisition."
"Thank you," the Inquisitor said, and the other woman got the feeling that it wasn't her she was thanking, before turning and saying, "I might as well call you be your first name then.
"Welcome to the Inquisition, Lothiri Breani."