Evelyn Trevelyan was not impressed with the sudden developments in her life. One minute she had been on the fast track to a successful and lucrative career in the Chantry, complete with cushy living quarters and smexy Templars, and the next she was being spat out of a giant glowing other-worldly portal after apparently blowing up a super important meeting only to be hauled off an interrogated by Thedas's angriest Andrastrian and her even scarier hooded partner.

'You killed Her Holiness!' snarled the angry one, her short dark hair standing on end like some sort of fuming cat creature.

'I bloody well did not!' responded Evelyn indignantly, 'it's considered rude to murder people in Ostwick. Especially old people, they can't fight back. It's just not cricket, is it?'

'You lie!' hissed the angry one, furthering Evelyn's belief that she was in fact part feline.

The third occupant of the dank cell circled the chained noble, rolled her eyes at the angry one's outburst but did not contribute to the conversation.

'Leliana, do you have anything to add?'

'Non,' responded the other woman, 'your line of questioning is clearly yielding results, Cassandra. Carry on.'

The angry one, Cassandra, nodded smugly before turning her blistering glare back to Evelyn, who was seriously wondering how her interrogator had not picked up on the sarcasm that had practically oozed from her companion's words.

'You fell out of a blasted Fade portal and you expect us to believe you had nothing to do with Divine Justinia's death?!'

'Was I in the Fade?' asked Evelyn eyeing Cassandra with false suspicion, hoping to throw her captor.

The young Trevelyan was well aware she had spent some time in the world between worlds and there were two main reasons she was fairly confident in this knowledge. One reason was the ugly green glow etched under the skin of her left hand that sent shooting pains up her arm every time she flexed. The second reason was the presence of the fourth and final occupant of the room.

A young woman, no more than twenty summers, with blue eyes, tousled shoulder length auburn curls and an easy smile. She would have attracted all sorts of gentleman -or gentlewomen, this wasn't Tevinter for Andraste's sake - had it not been for the fact she was actually an irritating spirit who had followed Evelyn out of the portal like a lost mabari pup and, upon discovering that no-one else could see her, had deigned it necessary to haunt the young noble for 'research purposes.'

'She seems pretty irked.' mused the spirit, eyeing the maroon hue that adorned Cassandra's face with fascination, 'I didn't know people could turn that colour. Is that a Nevarran thing?'

Evelyn ignored her.

'I will ask you once more!' snarled the aforementioned Nevarran, 'what is your role in this nefarious plot?!'

'Andraste's arse,' sighed the spirit happily, 'she certainly is dedicated.'

Evelyn glared at the spirit, which in hindsight was not the brightest of plans because then it just looked like she was glaring at thin air like some sort of crazy person. She caught herself quickly but Leliana was already eyeing her oddly. Cassandra was too absorbed in her ranting to notice.

'Look,' tried the noble, 'I understand that you're all rather upset that her Most Holiness of Perfection was blown up but taking it out on me seems rather unfair. Maker's breath, I can barely swing a stick without poking myself in the eye, never mind overcome hoards of Templars and Chantry stooges to murder the Divine.'

'That's a very good point,' the spirit chimed in, rather pointlessly as no-one could hear her.

'She does seem spectacularly incompetent,' mused Leliana.

Cassandra grunted in disgust.

'Excellent,' beamed Evelyn, 'so if we're all in agreement that I am hopelessly useless and so could not have committed such a grievous crime, could we perhaps remove these gaudy shackles from my wrists and I'll just head on back to my nice warm estate in Ostwick?'

'No.'

'Ah.'

'They're pissy because there's a great big honking hole in the sky,' offered the spirit helpfully, 'it's raining demons.'

'Hallelujah!' cried Evelyn.

Her captors stared at her. Cassandra made another disgusted noise. The young noble coughed awkwardly.

'Sorry.'

'I do not believe you had nothing to do with the Divine's death,' said Cassandra finally, 'but there are other matters that demand our attention.'

She paused and turned away, gazing unseeingly into the distance.

'Well, that's super dramatic,' commented the spirit.

'The veil between the waking world and the Fade has been breached,' continued Cassandra, 'and we must be the ones to close it.'

'Well,' laughed Evelyn nervously, already sensing where this conversation was heading, 'on behalf of the House of Trevelyan, I wish you the best of luck.'

Cassandra turned back to her and grinned. And it was not a pleasant smile.

'Oh dear,' said the spirit.