Alyssia inhaled deeply, taking in as much of the mountain air as she possibly could. The chill of the Frostback mountains felt heavenly on her heated skin. The cold nipped at the tips of her pointed ears but it didn't bother her. Her cloak stirred softly in the light breeze. Her thick black hair was pulled back into a neat braid save for the few stray strands of hair that never stayed put. Her normally bright green eyes had dulled due to time and stress that had seemed to follow her since she had awoken from her Uthenera eleven years ago after being stumbled upon by Darkspawn during what she later learned was the Fifth Blight.
She looked back at the Temple Of Sacred Ashes and gave a heavy sigh. The situation in the main hall became more unstable with each passing hour. The mages inside grew angrier with the Chantry and Templars with every word spoken, and the Templars and Chantry grew more and more impatient with every outburst. It was a disaster.
The Divine had called for a break to give both sides time to cool off before a fight started. A break that would be over soon. She made her way back into the Temple halls but stopped after hearing a cry for help. Without second thought she took off down the hall towards the cry not knowing the events that were about to unfold before her.