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David Trevelyan walks into the Temple of Sacred Ashes after his relatives. David is a twenty-five-year-old man with brown hair and blue eyes. He was born into House Trevelyan, a very religious noble house. The only reason he agreed to come to this conclave was because it was a chance for him to see his sister for the first time in fifteen years.
"Maker only knows what she looks like now." David says to his cousin.
"Maria will be here, and we'll find her. I know it." The cousin says.
"I hope you're right. Otherwise I just came here to get a reason to drink a beer when I get home." David says.
They find seats next to a small group of mages. David takes a look at the Mage next to him. She has red hair, blue eyes, and plenty of other characteristics David recognizes.
"Excuse me, ma'am." David says.
"Yes?" She turns to him.
Free Marcher accent. David thinks to himself. "I'm just wondering, what circle did you come from?"
"The circle in Ostwick." She says.
"Ostwick?!" David says. Could she really be-? Am I actually that lucky? To have sat down right next to her? Or maybe it's the work of the Maker. Or Andraste. "Do- Do you happen to know someone named Maria Trevelyan?"
"Yes… that's me." Maria says. "Why?"
"It's been so long…" David starts.
"Wait, what are you going on about?" Maria asks, alarmed.
"Oh, yes… perhaps reintroductions are in order." David stands up. "I am David. David Trevelyan." He bows. "Your brother."
"D-David? I-Is it really you?"
"Yes Maria, it's me. After fifteen years, it's me." David smiles.
The other mages just watch, not sure of what to do except smile. David knows exactly what to do, though. He hugs Maria.
"I-I don't know what to say!" Maria smiles after the siblings stop hugging.
"I'd forgotten how much I missed your smile." David says.
Maria opens her mouth to say something, but the voice of the Divine echoes throughout the Temple.
"Mages! Templars! Other esteemed guests!" Divine Justinia starts. "Welcome, and thank you all for coming today! I am glad that we could stop fighting, if only for a few hours. I have called this conclave so that the mages and Templars can make peace with each oth-"
A sinister laughter echoes through the Temple. "Peace? No, no, no. Peace will never be possible. Not if you people believe in your 'Maker.'"
"Corypheus! What do you want, magister?!" The Divine says.
"So you know my name, 'most holy.' But I am no longer a magister. I am a god."
"Maria, please tell me you know what's happening." David says.
"No idea." Maria replies.
All of a sudden, there is a green flash and then, an explosion. After that, they're both unconscious.
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