Bioware owns Dragon Age. if I did, this would be canon.

-DA-

Duncan knew something was up when he arrived at the circle tower. The way the Knight-Commander greeted him was his first clue. The templars at the door simple let him in, no fight like the last time, and the Knight-Commander was just standing there.

" You are Duncan, head of the Grey Wardens, correct?" The older man asked. Duncan nodded, unsure what to make of what just happened. The last time he was here, he thought the knight-commander was going to decapitated him after he tried to take some of 'his' mages. The man that stood before him looked pleasantly relaxed, almost, if you squinted...happy to see him.

"I apologize for coming unannounced, I managed to secure travel into Fereldan much earlier than I had expected."

"It's quite alright Warden. We actually have been hoping you would come this way. We have a ...unique problem and I believe you can help."

The first thing that bothered Duncan was the 'we', who was the 'we' that the older man could be referring too and secondly, what problem would require him to solve. The Knight-Commander guided him up the tower to what looked like the First Enchanter's study. The man behind the desk, Irving if Duncan recalled properly, looked up and grinned. He waved his hand and said

" Close the door Greagoir, we don't need the entire tower listening in." Greagoir nodded and silently slid the door shut, then stood in front of them and clasped his hands behind his back. Irving raised an eyebrow and Greagoir tilted his head in Duncan's direction.

" Now you must be curios about what's going on" Irving said as he leaned back in his chair. Duncan simply found himself nodding again and said " Quite, I remember getting a much colder reception last time. What did he mean by ' you were hoping I would show up'?" Irving interlaced his fingers and sighed.

" Warden, we have a proposal, if you are willing to have an open mind,That will benefit both of us. It is slightly risky, but it is the only option we have. Are you interested?"

He was interested, there were very few thing that he knew that fit what they just described, and all of them were good news for him.

"So, what do you have in mind?"

" So this is what a harrowing looks like." Duncan muttered to himself. It was the middle of the night and there was at least five templars in the room, not counting the knight-commander, the first enchanter and a very confused mage. They were at the top floor of the tower. She looked half awake and fully scared, her half opened green eyes darting everywhere, trying to make sense of the situation. She was running her hands through her bright red hair in what looked like exasperation as Greagoir said what sounded like a rehearsed speech about power and demons. Then, surprisingly clasped his hand on her shoulder and said in a low concerned voice" Normally we would have waited a least three if not more weeks before we did this. But due to this...problem we are in we had to bump it up. Do you understand?"

She whispered what sounded like a yes and approached the stand filled with glowing liquid. As she touched the fluorescent liquid her entire body was enveloped by the light and there was a blinding flash. When he regained his vision, she was laying on the floor. Greagoir drew his blade, looked at him and stated " Now we wait."