A/N: Disclaimer: I own none of the recognized characters. I simply am borrowing them to satisfy my muse.
She inspected the group in the distance. That must be them. Who else would be such a group wandering around the Hinterlands besides the inquisition? Shifting her pack, she quickly climbed down the tree. Now that she had found them, she just had to convince them to let her join.
It was three hours before she caught up to them, and when she did, she saw they were in the middle of a fight. Four against fifteen was not even. Without hesitating, CJ launched herself into the battle, her knives flashing in succession as she sunk them into the back of the demon nearest her. A rift was pulsing above their heads, casting a green hue over the group. As the demon disappeared with a strangled noise, CJ reversed her hold and whipped around, catching another demon in the throat.
Ten minutes later, the battle was done, all those left standing, panting.
"Close the rift." The woman said, her voice thick with a Nevarran accent. An elven man nodded and raised his left hand towards the pulsing rift. CJ was shocked as what seemed like pure energy shot from his hand into the rift. The pulsing grew more intense as energy poured out around them. Then with a crack, the rift vanished.
CJ blinked in surprise. "That is amazing." She exclaimed, drawing the group's attention to her. "Pretty useful skill to have."
"You're pretty skilled yourself." The dwarf said, shouldering his rather large crossbow. "Seen demons before?"
"Not ones that looked like these." She answered simply, and then looked at the elf with the mark on his hand. "You're him, aren't you? The one they're calling the Herald?"
"Who's asking?" He replied, inspecting her with even grey eyes.
"CJ Archer." She stepped forward, offering her hand in greeting. "I'd like to join your group."
He shook it, a slightly amused look on his face.
"How do you know of him?" The woman asked.
"How many other people are running around with glowing marks on their hands?" CJ asked in response, and this got a laugh out of the dwarf. The fourth member of the group, another elf, said nothing, merely looking at CJ with a carefully blank face.
"I like you, CJ." The dwarf said. "My name's Varric. The stern looking one is Cassandra and the quiet one is Solas. Our esteemed leader is Talon, also known as the Herald of Andraste."
"Call me Talon, please." The man said. "Why would you want to join us?"
CJ straightened her shoulders. "These rifts and the problems they are causing are hurting innocent people. Innocent children who can't protect themselves. I want to join you so I can stop innocent people from being hurt."
The group looked at her, CJ felt like they were judging her. Weighing her up to see if she was worthy of being a part of them. CJ didn't really care what they decided. If they didn't want her to join, she'd follow them anyways, annoying them until they finally caved.
Finally a hint of a smile showed on the woman, Cassandra's, face. She looked at Talon and nodded slightly. Talon glanced at Verric and Solas, who both nodded.
"Welcome to the Inquisition, CJ Archer." Talon smiled at her and CJ grinned. This was going to be fun.