Her name is Tamora Serasono. Her mother and father were both gifted mages from a Dalish clan that was wiped out a century ago, moving to Denerim with a close friend of theirs where they raised Tamora in the Alienage. The elves- her people- were not always treated well by the humans, or shemlens as the elves called them, but life was as good as they could make it in the Alienage.

For years Tamora lived in the Alienage of Denerim, the capital city of Ferelden, for years she was safe and able to keep to herself. That is until the Blight came and the city was raided by darkspawn. That day she would have nearly died if it hadn't been for the Hero of Ferelden. Her grace and strength swept through the city as she cut down each and every darkspawn in her path. When she came to the Alienage, she saved Tamora from an ogre and asked her to heal the wounded. Tamora did as she bade, then once it was all over and done with, she decided to leave for Kirkwall. They needed help there, too, but things weren't as bad as she thought. Yet.

"Tamora, great work today!" the mage said, looking at the young elf girl with cascading white blonde hair.

"Thank you, Master!" She replied, smiling at Anders, the man who had accompanied her on the ship to Kirkwall and taken her on as his apprentice.

Anders smiled. 'She's such a bright child.

"So, Master, I was wondering if there was a chance I could go to Hightown later today and visit the orphange at the Chantry? I enjoy going to see the children and there's a young girl who needs medicine." she asked.

Anders' face fell a bit at the mention of the Chantry. "Tamora, you know I don't like it when you go to the Chantry. The risk of the Templars finding out that you're a mage are far too high. Maker preserve me if something happened to you."

Tamora twisted a strand of hair in between her fingers as she often did when nervous or worried, her nails colored a teal blue. "I'll be careful, you know I will. I just wanted to ask you this time before I left."

Anders came over and hugged her, pulling her in close. He had been more than just her teacher, he'd been like a brother to her, a father even. "I know I can't change your mind, just promise me you'll be careful?"

Tamora nodded and looked up at him, smiling. "Of course. Andraste as my witness, the Templars will not catch me."

Anders smiled and waved as she turned to leave, grabbing her bag of medicinal herbs and potions before she headed out the door of the clinic and made her way up to the Chantry in Hightown.

As she walked through the streets of the Hightown markets, she stopped by one of the sweet stands and purchased a bag of chocolate and sugar candies shaped like stars, thanking the vendor before continuing on her way. She hummed softly to herself, feeling her white blonde bouncy in small curls around her shoulder and back. She opened the door to the Chantry, stepped inside, said a quick silent prayer to the Maker- thanking him for allowing her to remain hidden from the wrath of the templars and their Knight-Commander and for allowing her the continued chance to care for those who needed it most- then went to the section of the Chantry where the orphange had been established.

Knocking on the door, she opened it slightly and stuck her head inside. "Is there anyone home?"

"Tammy!" several voices called from within the room. The orphaned children ran to the door and hugged the elf, smiling and laughing.

"Hello, children, how are you all today?" Tamora asked, laughing at the nickname they gave her.

"We're doing fine, but Gracie isn't doing too well." one of the children said.

"Then let's go see Gracie, shall we?" Tamora asked.

The children led the elf to where the young girl, Gracie, lay in her bed.

"How are you doing?" Tamora said, sitting next to the girl. She was cold, her skin greyish color.

Gracie coughed and looked at the elf, giving her a weak smile. "I feel OK, Tammy."

"I brought more medicine for you, and some chocolate." Tamora said, looking through her bag to find the right medicine for the girl. She pulled out one of the strongest elfroot potions mixed with some mint and other medicinal herbs and sat Gracie up, helping her to drink the potion. "Come now, Gracie, you must drink the whole potion." Tamora said, urging her. When she was finished, Tamora smiled and took out a piece of chocolate, offering it to the girl.

Gracie smiled and ate the chocolate happily. "Thank you, Tammy." she said, hugging the elf.

Tammy smiled. "You're welcome, sweetie. Now, get plenty of rest, OK? I will come check on you again in a day or two, just long enough for the potion to kick in."

"OK." Gracie said, laying back and snuggling into the covers as Tamora tucked her in. Tamora smiled and kissed her forehead before standing and looking at the door.

"Oh, hello Sebastian!" She said, greeting the prince of Starkhaven.

"Hello, Tamora. How is Gracie today?"

"She's doing better each day and I think a few more potions will help her get back on her feet." Tamora replied.

"That is wonderful news. Would you walk with me?"

Tamora nodded and said goodbye to the children, leaving the pouch of sweets for the children before joining the prince.

They walked through the halls of the Chantry and Tamora waited for Sebastian to speak.

"Tamora, you do a lot of good for the children here. When no one came to help the sick and injured orphans, you miraculously showed up here and took care of them. I cannot begin to tell you how grateful I am, how grateful the Grand Cleric is."

The elf smiled and looked att the prince. "Someone has to look out for the children. I'm just glad the Maker allows me to give my aid."

Sebastian beamed at her, her devotion to Andraste a warm welcome from the elf. "I trust that you will continue to visit the children? Even after Gracie is better?"

Tamora nodded. "Of course, your highness."

Sebastian blushed a bit, her respect and courtesy endearing. "Forgive me, Tamora. I find your respect to be unusual and endearing for an elf."

"And why wouldn't I be?" Tamora asked, cocking her head to the side in confusion. "You are a prince, befitting the respect that comes with the title. I may be an elf, but we are not ignorant of things such as this."

"Forgive me, I did not mean to offend. I only meant-"

Tamora giggled. "It's alright Sebastian, I'm only teasing." She said with a smile. "Now if you would excuse me, I need to return to my other duties."

"O-Of course!"

Tamora smiled. "I'll see you next time, highness."

Sebastian watched as she bowed before she left, heading back towards the clinic in Lowtown.

Tamora hummed softly to herself as she made her way back through Hightown to the clinic and stopped when she saw people gathering around a young man in armor and his companions- a dwarf with a very hairy chest and a crossbow, a sultry looking bronze skinned woman who seemed like she'd be a pirate, and an elf with snow white hair and strange markings on his body. She was curious to see what was going on, so she joined the ever growing crowd and looked through the throng of people.

"Alright, everyone, I appreciate your offers, but we really must be on our way." the young man in armor said. He seemed to be the center of attention.

The crowd dispersed, but Tamora was pushed forward, dropping her bag of medicinal herbs and potions as she lost her balance. Someone caught her, holding her firmly with gaunleted hands to keep her steady. Whoever it was helped her to stand upright and when she looked up to thank the person, her cheeks went bright red as she looked up at the elf with snow white hair. His green eyes were breathtaking, his skin a dark contrast compared to the markings visible on his skin.

"P-Please forgive me!" Tamora said, pushing back and bowing her head in apology. "I was pushed when everyone tried to leave and I fear I bumped into you. Please, forgive me, ser!"

The elf looked at her, then at his companions, unsure of what to do. He had never been given such respect before, even amongst his companions. "It is alright. Are you injured?" he asked, his voice deep and brooding.

Tamora looked up at him and shook her head. "No, ser, I am fine. Thank you for catching me." she said. "Oh, Maker preserve me, my medicines!" she blurted out, realizing her bag was on the ground, her herbs and potions scattered around. She turned to pick up the herbs and thankfully intact bottles of potions, the elf and the dwarf helping her.

"What is your name, if I may ask?" the elf asked as he gathered what he could.

"Tamora Serasono." she replied, her blush refusing to dissipate or disappear.

"I am Fenris." he replied, a small smile at his lips.

"And since it seems Broody here is too interested in you to introduce the rest of us," the dwarf said, handing Tamora what he had gathered. "I'm Varric Tethras, this is Isabela, and this is our fearless leader Kendrick Hawke." the dwarf introduced the other companions.

"You can just call me 'Hawke', though, like everyone else." the young man in armor said. "I've seen you around before, at the Chantry right?"

"Pleasure to meet all of you." Tamora said, bowing to them. "And yes, Serah Hawke. I tend to the orphans there and offer up a few prayers."

"I like her, Kenny." Isabella said, leaning in towards Hawke. "She's so polite and innocent."

"She won't be much longer if she spends anymore time with you, Isabela." Fenris said, glaring at the woman. He handed Tamora the remaining bottles of potions, his fingers grazing hers as she reached for the bottles. He jumped as a bit of electricity- metaphorically speaking or not- sparked at their touch.

Tamora's eyes widened and she gingerly took the bottles from him, placing them in her bag, then bowed to them. "I apologize for intruding upon your party, but it was indeed a pleasure to meet all of you." She stood and smiled at them. "I must be going now, but I wish you safe travels."

Without another word from this strange elf girl, Hawke and his companions watched as she disappeared from sight, clearly headed towards Lowtown.

"I like her!" Isabela said.

"I agree. She's sweet and innocent like Merill, but without the blood magik." Varric said. "I think we've seen her somewhere around town before, but where..." the dwarf snapped her fingers. "That's right! Hawke, that's the elf who's been working with Blondie down at his clinic! Serasono, I knew I recognized the name."

"What of it?" Fenris asked, curious.

"Well, the Serasono clan was a Dalish clan that had been wiped out about a century ago. A few remaining survivors- a married couple, their daughter, and their closest friend- fled to Denerim and lived in the Alienage there for years. When the Blight nearly destroyed the capital city, I heard rumors of an elf maiden with white blonde hair and claw-like tattoos on her cheeks boarding one of the ships to Kirkwall. I remember Blondie telling me all about how he had taken on an apprentice once the clinic was established. That must be her!"

"So she's another filthy mage." Fenris said, glaring towards where Tamora had disappeared. "That would explain the spark I felt when I touched her skin."

"Oh, how romantic!" Isabela said, laughing. "Maybe a sweet, innocent little thing like Tamora could manage to tame the wild beast of our broody friend here."

"That's a perfect idea for my next story!" Varric said.

Hawke simply smiled and put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Fenris, whether Tamora is a mage or not, she does a lot of good. She's been going to see the orphaned children in the Chantry for as long as any of us have been here. If she has magik, she does not use it and instead focuses her knowledge on healing herbs and potions. She's Anders' apprentice, sure, but that could just mean as a healer and not as a mage. Besides, she's a good person so give her a chance to prove herself like you have with Bethany."

Fenris looked at Hawke and nodded. Bethany Hawke, his younger sister and the remaining twin sibling of Carver Hawke who had fallen during their escape from Lothering, was a mage like their father but she was sweet and gentle and always did what she could to help out where it was needed. She never once used her magik if she didn't have to and while she wasn't afraid or ashamed of her magik, Fenris knew somewhere deep down that Bethany could never say yes to a demon. She just wasn't that kind of person.

"Very well, but I will look further into the matter." the elf replied.

"That's a good boy." Isabela said, ignoring his glare. "The wolf needs a playmate some time."

Fenris ignored her and they were on their way, heading to meet their next client.