(Jay POV)
Jay woke to a familiar pain and another that was not familiar, his right hand was in searing pain as a piece of the veil was trapped in his palm which confused him as he could not for the never-ending existence that was his life figure out how it came to be there. The sounds of movement broke him out of his thoughts and drew his attention to his other more familiar pain, the burning pain that pulsed in time to the four heartbeats surrounding him, if he did have centuries of practice he would already have killed them and be feasting to sooth the pain.
Before he could give much thought to killing them and fleeing after his meal the door crashed open and in walked two women that had the aura of powerful souls about them, the first he bore little attention just another devote warrior maiden but the other one caught and held his attention. The aura around her was that of the shadows and danger so much like his kind but only lacking the power that came from being one of his race, he barely heard what the woman in armour was saying as he watched this songbird watch him.
"Explain this!" the warrior snarled seizing his right hand and shoved it into his face where it flashed.
'at least my glamour is still working.' He thought as the light flashed across the runes hidden from mortal sight.
"I can not explain as I have no memory of how it came to be there." His calm tone seemed to anger the warrior.
"Your lying!" she snarled grabbing him by the throat, she was a heartbeat from having her neck snapped when a hand pulled her back.
"We need him." The other woman said calmly and Jay's view of her raised with how silently she had moved.
"I will help if I can, I can sense the veil torn from here and it is not a small tear, is it?" the pair looked at him in surprise and the bard started looking deeper into his eyes no doubt trying to glean something.
"Head to the forward camp leliana I will take the prisoner and meet you there." The warrior commanded.
"Can I not go with the bard she seems much more skilled than you are given her control over her emotions?" Jay asked and watched a small smirk appeared then vanished on the bard's face.
"You have no say in this so be silent!" the shield maiden snarled, that his made Jay roll his eyes and the display.
(Leliana's POV)
Leliana moved unseen up the mountain paths towards the forward camp, the prisoner occupied her thoughts as she snuck past another shade. She wondered what was the strange feeling she felt when she considered his eyes, there was something wrong about his eyes and skin it was like they did not match him for some reason. There was also the way that he ignored the woman threating him to focus on her instead, he had watched her the entire time even when he was not looking directly at her she knew it but she could not understand why. When she reached the forward camp, she pushed open the doors and headed to find the chancellor and bring him up to speed on the plan now in motion.
(Jay's POV)
Jay jogged behind the seeker with the dwarf and elf behind him, he was amused by the group they made a vampire, a chantry seeker, a Dwarven rouge author and the ancient elf. The only ones who seemed to be aware of the identity of the group was himself and the elf, they both could sense each other's presence and seemed to have made an unspoken deal of you don't rat me out and I won't rat you out.
The hardest part of the journey was holding his powers back so no one became suspicious of his real race; he had not lived this long hidden in plain sight to fail now. Another wave of demons attacked them and he pulled his staff off his back and began weaving the spells of ice he commanded with ease, the world slowed to a crawl as he fade stepped through the shades freezing them solid letting the warrior shatter them with ease. When the fight finished Varric walked up to him chuckling, he just raised an eyebrow at him.
"Damn frosty you really like making ice statues!" Varric said chuckling and the seeker made a disgusted noise.
"what can I say I think they look better that way." His dry tone made Varric pause before laughing hard.
"I knew I liked you for a reason frosty!" Varric said laughing as they moved on.
'would you say that if you knew the truth about me and Hawke?' Jay wondered as his mind drifted back to the sisters he met back during the blight.
(Leliana's POV)
She watched the group enter the forward camp with the prisoner just behind the seeker talking quietly with Varric but stop almost at once as he raised his eyes locking them with hers and she felt a shiver down her spine from it. The chancellor tried to order the chaining of the prisoner who just watched her again the whole time, when it came time to pick a path she suggested her idea but did not expect him to take it.
"We will take the path the scouts took." He said the moment the choice was laid out.
"Why?!" Cassandra demanded not looking happy with the mage.
"Two reasons; one the bard strikes me as the planner between the three of you and the second is while the soldiers while die fighting they go knowing it could mean their death but the scouts did not choose to fight, if that is not enough we should not let something that could be a threat sit at our backs." Leliana smiled lightly approving of his reasons while Cassandra looked ready to kill the man.
She watched the group head up the path and she prayed for their safety and to the maker for guidance in the troubled times to come, she saw the way the man walked and knew that to be the walk of a skilled rouge more specifically the walk of a shadow thief and wondered where a mage trapped in his tower until recently learn to walk like that. She headed to gather her scouts while in the back of her mind planning her spies to find out more about this strange mage that had landed in their laps.
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