"Inquisitor, a moment?"
Cassandra approached the tall elf pondering over a map with Scout Harding. His pale skin and white hair that fell past his shoulders were brightly illuminated by the flames of the candles on the requisitions table, casting flickering shadows over his scarred and tattooed face. One look from woman to woman and Scout Harding nodded, taking her leave. Sariel turned to the human, his green eyes squinting still from inspecting the little detail of the Wastes that was given to him.
"What is it?"
"I have heard news of more Red Templars and mages gathering in the North West from Leiliana's men," she said. "We should leave immediately while we are unnoticed still."
Sariel returned his gaze to the map and sighed. Straightening his back with a few clicks, he retied his long white hair into a bun.
"Ready the others. We leave soon with the troop. If Scout Harding wants some to remain, she may have them."
The Seeker nodded, and turned to go, but paused. She examined the Inquisitor, his weary expression and focus on the documents in front of him.
"Inquisitor? Is something the matter?"
He didn't answer immediately, continuing to trace lines between places on the sketches of the Hissing Wastes. "This place used to be a vast, green area of forest, thousands of years ago. Then we have found dwarven ruins on the surface. Venatori forces have gathered here for some unknown purpose, and we are going to pursue them." He sighed and folded up the parchments. "I fear that we may not be prepared for what they have been searching for."
"And it is because of your carefulness that we are even here," replied Cassandra. She met his hard eyes, seeing sombre lines etched with his scars and Elven markings on his face. "We will discover what is happening, and we will stop them."
Sariel breathed a laugh, shaking his head. "Yes. Yes we will."