Some game dialogue is used for the interrogation scene. Not sure where this is going, but I never thought my Adaar fit with any romance in the game(So would've romanced Cullen with her if I could have xD) so I created my own OC.


He wasn't too far from the conclave when suddenly the air erupted, crackling, an explosion rocking deep into the ground. His clan, though he didn't stay with them constantly anymore, had wanted him to observe from afar, to see what the others were up to.

Now… Well, now there was a gaping hole in the sky. He thought he'd seen it all. He was among those fighting at Ostagar, and had also migrated to Denerim witnessing the archdemon from the ground.

The song sung sweetly in his mind. He cringed, knowing what it probably meant but refusing to believe it was affecting him so soon. He continued to ignore the soft, inaudible words, though sweet in his mind he knew surely they were poison.

He'd done all he could over ten years ago for the Wardens. He laid low after Ostagar, knowing that he had to have been spared for a reason. When he was in Denerim he was prepared to step in if the Queen and King failed. He'd found Riordan who told him he'd be the last line of defense in case they all had failed. He wanted him to keep safe until he had to deal the final blow if it came to that.

The air calmed, but only slightly and he began to draw near. There were skeletons seemingly melted and plastered to the ground in the state they had been in last. The stones beneath his feet cracked, groaning under his weight, almost weeping at the new state they'd been reduced to. He approached, slowly, when suddenly out of nowhere a flash of green erupted and out fell a figure, crashing onto the ground. He had taken a step back at the new intrusion. This body was whole, not graded down to muscle and bone like the others.

There was a thick long braid of nearly white hair touched with a creamy, fair hue. He kneeled down, seeing bronze skin and pointed ears though somewhat smaller than an elf's ears. Her frame was far too large to be that of an elf's either. She must've been Qunari, but what was a Qunari doing at an event such as this? However, some may have said the same for an Avvar warrior lurking on the outskirts.

He brushed loose strands from her face, the pop of cream from her eyebrows standing out on her skin. A thin nose and somewhat squared jaw rounded out her features. She didn't look as harsh as most Qunari and she also lacked the horns. In the place they usually were in were small scars.

"Halt right there!" He didn't look back, just scooped the woman up in his arms. She was injured and she needed a healer. Her hand was glowing precariously green.

"That woman is coming with us." When he turned he spotted a woman with short black hair and sharp features. "As are you."

"I will not allow you to harm her." He said protectively. "But I will not fight you unless you try." He worried for this woman; he could feel her innocence in this situation. He just knew it.

xXx

She let out a groan; everything hurt from her head to her shoulders to her feet. She began to open her deep forest green hues, but closed them tight. Her face was set against the cold stone floor, her cream colored hair fell onto her face, disheveled from its braid.

"You're Qunari? I would've guessed Elf with the ears, but you're a little too tall for that." Someone spoke, a man with a deep voice, and what she guessed was a somewhat Ferelden accent. Maybe highlander? She slowly opened her eyes and looked over seeing him sitting against iron bars. She was on the floor in a jail.

"I'm not Qunari." She answered him softly.

"Tal-Vashoth?"

"They would call me that."

He chuckled. "Then what are you?"

"Does it matter?" He shrugged noncommittally, as if all he wanted was to talk. "Kossith perhaps. And human actually…" She muttered.

"Kossith? I haven't heard that term in ages."

Before he could ask more personal questions she went to sit up and saw her hands were cuffed together. She pushed herself up on her knees and shook her head. "What's going on?"

"You don't remember?"

Before she could answer her hand flashed a brilliant green and a pain shot through her body as it crackled. The door slammed open and in came a woman, fury written all over her angled features. She began to circle her as another woman entered.

"Tell me why we shouldn't kill you now?" She barked, her accent thick with Nevarra. "The conclave is destroyed. Everyone who attended is dead." Her voice wavered. "Except for you." She remained silent not sure what to say. Nothing was clear at this point. The woman grabbed her hand. "Explain this!"

"I can't!"

"What do you mean you can't?" She spat.

"I don't know what it is… Or even how it got there." She tried to say calmly, but she was worried about the intensity she felt within her because of it. She glanced back at the man; he was still sitting there nonchalantly.

"Come on, Cass, give her a break."

"I don't need suggestions from you, Avvar!" She barked.

"Hudson's right, Cassandra, we need her." The other woman wearing a hood over her ginger hair spoke up. Her accent sounded mixed but mostly Orlesian.

"What happened?" She asked confused. She kept her eyes on the stone floor.

"You really don't know?" The redhead asked. "What do you remember?"

She thought hard. "I was running… I reached out… To a woman. That's it."

"A woman?"

Cassandra looked to her and nodded towards the door. "Go to the forward camp, Leliana. We will take her to the rift." Leliana nodded and headed out the door. Cassandra knelt down and unlocked her cuffed hands, leaving her wrists bound with rope.

"Maybe it'll jog her memories. The sky holds many answers." Hudson said and Cassandra grunted towards them as she led her to the door. She nearly towered over Cassandra, but she found this Hudson man was even taller than herself. She hadn't seen many human men who had that stature. He walked behind them and when they walked outside she saw something unlike anything she ever saw. The sky was torn open, green, like the fade was ripping into their world. She was a Mage herself, she knew how dangerous the fade could be; she knew this was bad.

"They call it the breach."

"I didn't cause that!"

"You don't even remember! You were there! You had something to do with it!" Cassandra barked back at her. They must've known at this point she was a Mage. They really mustn't have been afraid of her. She could rip them all apart with her mind if she chose to. She bit back her tongue, she wasn't the kind of person to smart off. Hell she barely even interacted with people because she didn't even trust them.

She joined the Valo-Kas mercenary band because they saw something in her. She also had the somewhat unique ability of blending in being hornless. They welcomed her as one of their own when they found her out on her own, wandering aimlessly after…

She shook it from her mind; think of the fond memories don't think of… Those memories.

"How do we fix it?" She suddenly asked. "If I caused this I need to fix it."

Cassandra's angry face turned to shock and Hudson was smirking as he crossed his arms looking at Cassandra.

"We don't know. But—"

A burst emanated from the breach and she dropped to her knees as her left hand glowed again, crackling with more energy. She panted feeling the surge within her, like it was ripping her insides apart.

"Each time the breach expands so does your mark. It's slowly killing you." Cassandra kneeled down in front of her and cut her bindings off. "You will come with us, yes?" She asked with hopeful eyes.

She nodded, "If I really caused this, I need to fix this if I can." She breathed. A hand came into her line of sight. She looked up to find Hudson holding his hand out to her.

"That's all I need to hear. Shall we head on to make the sky happy again?" She saw Cassandra scoff and roll her eyes.

"I will never understand you Avvars." She muttered.

So he was an Avvar? She hadn't seen any of them out wandering without a clan. He seemed different though. She placed her hand in his and he helped her up.

"Hudson Ar Geillis O Whitewind. Or for you folk, Hudson Whitewind."

"Sanosara Adaar. Or Sano… For you folk."

He chuckled and they began to follow Cassandra across the bridge and up the path.

"I found you." He spoke and she looked at him curiously.

"What?"

"When you crawled out the fade. I found you. I made sure they didn't kill you."

"What were you doing there?"

"Yes, Hudson, what were you doing there? You have yet to explain that to us." Cassandra said up ahead of them.

"I was in the area. I heard about the conclave so I was at a distance watching. Something felt off so I stayed away. The explosion happened and I tried to see if I could help anyone. You'll see soon enough what I came upon, but eventually I came upon you crawling out the fade. There were others behind me but I got to you first."

"They say there was a woman behind you. Some have said it was Andraste guiding you from the fade."

"Really? I didn't see anyone. Then again all I saw was you." Hudson said to her.

"You believe Andraste helped me?"

"I don't know what to believe at this point, but that's what some are saying, and some are believing." Cassandra replied.

Sano didn't know what she was getting herself into, or what she had gotten herself into. She could barely remember making it to the conclave and now all of this was happening? Her head was swimming, nearly causing her to be more lightheaded than she already was. If she didn't figure this out soon, she feared this mark may consume her.

xXx

It'd been a trying few days having to deal with this breach situation. Sano's attention was being pulled in seemingly all directions and she didn't know what to do. A lot of people wanted her opinion and she was certainly no expert.

Whispers of the Herald of Andraste would reach her ears and she couldn't fathom that so many people were beginning to accept her. She knew it was a lie though, she politely tried to tell people that she was no such thing, but they were still believing what they wanted to believe and Leliana wasn't much help. She was fanning the fire herself or so it seemed.

She'd found herself out wandering the outskirts of Haven where they'd made their base camp. Cassandra was prepping for their journey to the Hinterlands in order to make some contacts. She didn't really want to go, but whenever she'd glance at her left hand she'd feel uneasy. She wanted this power gone.

"Hey—" A voice sounded from behind her, startling her, and she accidentally sent a small burst of energy out towards the intruder's voice and watched as Hudson stumbled backward, falling back into the snow.

"Oh!" She gasped, "I am so sorry!" She rushed over to him as he had begun to laugh, snow forming around his large body, while he lay there. She knelt next to him, "I didn't mean to—"

"It's alright," He smiled up at her, and she admired the handsome lines of his face. His strong jaw connecting to broad cheek bones, hooded eyes of honey brown, set with creases at the corners and a darker shade of brown eyebrows compared to the sandy brunette of his hair. He had a dark blue headband set around his head tied at the back. When she'd first seen him she noticed his hair was shorter on the sides with a thick Mohawk down to the nape of his neck.

She hadn't seen a human so tall aside from her father, but he was more slim where Hudson was broad. His shoulders, his arms; she was fairly certain he could snap nearly anyone in two if he pleased.

"Join me." He said, which shook her from her stupor causing her to realize they'd both been staring at each other.

"Join you in what?"

He chuckled again, his smile broadening and she couldn't help but be enamored by him already. "In the snow?"

She raised a brow, "Why?"

"Must there be a reason?"

"Yes, I mean… No?"

He laughed again, sitting up on his elbows as he watched her and she eyed him just as carefully. She was guarded, she knew she was. She didn't let anyone through her walls, because she couldn't trust anyone. Swallowing she looked around again; nugs were bouncing through the snow and rams were milling around trying to find food as they kept their own beady eyes trained on the two of them.

"Was there a reason you came out here to find me?"

He shrugged, "You stick out like a sore thumb here as do I. I would say Solas is the same, but he tends to keep to himself and I don't fancy speaking about the fade all the time. Also, Cassandra asked, well more ordered, me to come find you. And here I am, and you don't want to lie with me in the snow. You break my heart."

She scoffed and was just about to get up when he grazed his knuckles on the top of her hand which was settled at her knee. She had to admit his touch sent a fire through her body and she had to stifle the tiny gasp she wanted to emit. She found herself wanting him to touch her more than the innocent pass of his own hand.

"Look, I know this must be hard for you… But I'm going to stick around to help you out."

She looked down at the snow; why did he want to help her so much? She hadn't expected the kindness a lot of these people had shown so far. "Why?" She softly asked.

"Because you need it?" He shrugged. "You seem like you're lost. I've felt that way before. I'd like to help."

"What were you doing at the conclave?"

"Well, I wasn't really at it. I was outside," He grinned and she wanted to push him back into the snow. "My clan wanted to know what was going on. Some Avvar don't want anything to do with you lowlanders, but mine has always wanted to keep an eye on the rest of Thedas. So I go out and observe then report back to them."

"Do you like it?"

Finally his eyes looked distant; he was no longer warm and welcome, but sad and sullen at what he was thinking about. "That's a story for another day," He finally sighed.

Well, what was he hiding? She was curious, but there were many things to do and many things that required her attention. For now Hudson would have to remain a mystery.