Neria blinked a few times, stepping out of the basement, there was Cullen holding something in his palm. She moved to block Jowan and Lily from sight, silly thought Jowan was a head taller than her. Irving was suppose to be here, not one templar. Neria gripped her staff, she didn't want to fight him but she would.

Jowan stood in front of her, "What are you holding there."

Cullen flushed looking ashamed. "Neria's Phylactery. She'll need it, if she isn't turning herself over for punishment."

Lily, "It should be in Denerim."

"I switched the vials. We don't have time, Let's go."

Neria grabbed the offered vial smashing it to the floor looking at Jowan, "Fire please?" He cast a flame ball, chuckled about making a statement.

Jowan, "I was planning on making a magic raft for Lily and me, I can't hold four though."

Neria looked at Cullen, "If you drop the armor, Jowan and I could probably do it."

Cullen, "I'm guarding the boat today, come on."

Jowan walking out the front door, "Could've led with that."

Cullen ignored him, offering a hand to help Neria into the boat, "The apprentice's phylactery is broken?"

She avoided his hand and hopped into the boat, "Yup. So who did you switch with?"

"A little girl, they wouldn't punished an unwitting 8 year old" Cullen was moving them across the lake.

When they were on the docks, Lily, "Are you coming with, or should we knock you out here?"

Neria watched the templar with her big brown eyes, "Greagoir is a fair man, you'll probably be put in solitary for a bit."

Cullen shook his head, "I made my decision when I switched the vials. I'm leaving with you, likely won't stay with." They walked quietly for a half hour while the templar was thinking that they would need to change all of their clothing. They were too identifiable."

"Excuse me," They turned around Lily drew her knives.

Neria, "We are not fighting a Grey Warden."

Duncan smiled, "You were listening."

Neria smiled politely, "Old men's ramblings has been my life, it has its uses."

Cullen coughed, "Probably only in the circle. Ser Warden, how many we help you."

"You may not. Neria Surana, you are conscripted into the Grey Wardens." She saw the fireball heading to Duncan, casting a barrier on the Warden, who was rolling out of the way. She stabbed her stave into the ground and punched Jowan, breaking his nose.

"What did I say! He is a Grey Warden, they end blights and fight sodding darkspawn dragons. You should be proud of me!" Turning on Duncan, "It is an honor Ser."

Jowan was on ground blowing out his nose, and healing himself. "Please don't take my sister."

Duncan shook his head, "Irving told me about her. You are an excellent healer, the Wardens need that. Regardless of your friend's feelings you are conscripted."

Cullen, "Conscript me as well."

Lily look from Templar to the Elven mage giving a knowing smile. She mocked, "Oh ser Templar please tell us your motives."

Duncan looked annoyed, "Chantry Sister and the apprentice. You should leave, unless you want to be caught."

Jowan pulled Neria into a hug, "I probably won't see you again."

"Oh please Jowan, you are always getting into trouble. I'm sure I'll be cleaning it up again." Neria tried to sound cocky. She was twisting a ring on her thumb nervously

Lily, "Thank you Neria."

"Of course."

Jowan handed her a package, "Its a book, it'll be safer with you. Open it away from prying eyes."

Cullen dryly, "Way to be discreet, Apprentice."

Jowan ignoring the man's tone, "Thank you Cullen."

When Lily and Jowan were gone. Duncan tossed his pack drawing a sword and dagger. "I won't have time to train you, let us see if you have the mettle to become a Warden."

Cullen used his great sword as a shield at first, deflecting Duncan's attacks. Cullen kicked Duncan's hand knocking the dagger to the ground. Duncan swepted Cullen's feet landing him on the ground, before he could point his sword to the templar's throat. Cullen rolled, abandoning his sword. Back on his feet he used his armored gloves to parry Duncan cutting down on him.

They heard a man roar, and Neria running past them. Turning they saw Greagoir

"Enough! Cullen, I'm horrified with you. You help mages escape and you attack a Warden." Few other templars followed the Knight Commander. Neria stood between them and Cullen, one of the templar subordinates grabbed her arm. Implying a threat to do no magic

Duncan, "Stop! Cullen and Neria are conscripted."

Greagoir's jaw tightened, "No, certainly the Grey Wardens need people who are more trustworthy."

Duncan ignored him, "Neria could you heal my hand, I believe Cullen broke it."

Greagoir nodded to the templar to let her go. Neria took Duncan's hand healing it.

"Irving and I already agreed Neria would go with you. Cullen has to face-"

"Greagoir, since when was conscription a negotiation."

"Fine, where did Jowan go."

Duncan pointed in the wrong direction and the Templars began to leave left.

Neria, "Knight Commander wait!" The Knight Commander told the others to go one ahead, crossing his arms he glowered at the little mage, who was twisting a ring on her thumb. Neria turning to Duncan and Cullen, "Might we have a moment of privacy?"

Duncan raised an eyebrow, "No, I've lost a few conscripts during their goodbyes."

Neria nodded taking one of the Templar's hands, "Greagoir, I am grateful for the warmth you showed me. Especially when I was small, when I first came to the circle I would pretend that you were my father."

Greagoir's angry demeanor melted, "When you came here, I was shocked how serious you were. Wynne explained why, I decided to love you as a father should. It was the simplest thing I did in my life." Greagoir pulled her into an embrace, "I'm disappointed in you today, regardless wherever I'm stationed you'll always have a place." Letting her go, he went to follow his comrades.

Duncan handed her a kerchief. As he went to retrieve his pack, he turning to Cullen, "It's not going to be easy, giving up Lyrium."

"I'm aware."

"Then lets go my conscripted criminals."