Brisk footsteps hurried through the hall, metal clicking against stone which caused the inquisitor to glance up from the book she was reading. She stood at the sight of a rather harried Hawke who immediately hurried over. Her slim hands grabbed Miria's upper arms and gave her a shake. Miria blinked at Hawke, whose eyes were desperate.

"Inquisitor, have you seen Fenris?" Hawke demanded as she scanned the hall.

"No, not since he barged his way in here this morning, demanding that he see you." Miria replied, raising an eyebrow.

Hawke released Miria and ran a hand thought her deep red hair. "I lost him."

Miria let out a laugh. "And that is a bad thing?"

Hawke paled and nodded. "It is when you have a Tevinter mage running about."

Miria's smile slid off her face. "Oh, shit."

Hawke nodded. "We have to find him, and explain to him that Dorian is not a threat."

Miria set her book down and began hurrying towards the door to Solas's room, planning to head to the library to warn Dorian. Hawke followed the elf's light footsteps, still looking round nervously for the other rather more troublesome elf. "I just don't know where he could have gone, I left him in the bar to speak with Varric and when I got back he'd vanished, Bull said he just up and barrelled out of the bar like something was after him. He almost got into a fight with Krem too, but Bull got in the way. I think trouble was avoided because Krem isn't a mage."

"I can imagine that Bull got in the way pretty quickly." Miria added, knowing that any threat to Krem was a direct threat to Bull himself.

As Miria pushed open the door to Solas's study a crash sounded from upstairs. Both Hawke and Miria paused for a moment before sprinting for the stairs.

"Dorian!" Miria shouted at the same time Hawke called for Fenris.

They took the steps two at a time, both shouting as the crashing continued.

"I only complimented your tattoo there is no need to be so— That book was three hundred year old and you just punched a hole through it have you no appreciation for history!" Dorian's voice could be heard over a crash and it made the two women take the steps faster.

"You damn Tevinter slavers, bastards, murderers, you filthy piece of sh—"

"Careful, I'm sure there are children running about somewhere, or perhaps those were dwarves, hard to tell from a distance."

"How dare you make light of me, you disgusting magister, you—"

"Fenris!" Hawke shouted, lunging to grab the elf as his tattoo flared. She wrapped her arm around his neck and dragged him back.

Dorian dropped the book he was holding, an old edition with a hole the shape of a fist punched through it. "Frightfully rude this elf, came out of nowhere and started attacking me, ruined this wonderful book in the process, now I'll never know the end."

Miria rolled her eyes, barely perceptible to those around her. "This is not the time Dorian."

Fenris was still struggling against Hawke. "He's a filthy Tevinter magister, a slaver, Hawke, he must die!"

"Firstly, I am a mage, not a magister, and secondly, I do not own any slaves, and lastly and decidedly most important," Dorian clicked his fingers. "I bathed just this morning, I even had rose petals in the bath. Filthy I am not."

"You—"

"Fenris!" Hawke hissed, tightening her grip on his throat so that he wheezed a little. "That is enough."

"Enough?" In a moment Fenris had spun himself around to face Hawke. "He deserves to die!"

Miria stood in front of Dorian as Fenris twisted his body back to face Dorian. Miria raised her hands to calm the angry elf down. "Fenris, Dorian is on our side, he is—"

"He is not on my side!" Fenris hissed.

"Dorian came here against his country, to change his country. He has saved my life many time and I would trust him with my life, and you will not touch him without having to go through me first."

Fenris seemed to be calming and Hawke released him, the elf teetered forward a step and gave a glare to the woman, who shrugged her shoulders and looked away. "Any you trust this man?"

"He is doing his best to find the identity of Corypheus, and he has leant his magic and knowledge to the inquisition without holding back. I see him as a man worthy of my trust." Hawke replied, meeting Fenris's steely gaze.

The elf glared at Dorian once more before sighing. "I don't like him."

Dorian huffed and folded his arms. "Well, I do believe that the feeling is mutual."

"Dorian!" Miria hissed, giving the mage a glare.

"Well, he did start it." Dorian retorted, looking down at his ruined book with a mournful look. Miria let out a sigh at the two men and rubbed the back of her neck, a habit she seemed to have picked up from Cullen.

"Now that this is sorted, perhaps we should go our separate ways and try to get along the next time we pass each other." Hawke said, raising her hand to clap Fenris on the shoulder.

Dorian shrugged nonchalantly, opening his mouth to speak. Miria raised her hand to silence him with a finger to his lips and the man pouted to show he was indignant about the matter.

Fenris folded his arms and turned on his heel, stalking off back down the stairs.

Hawke sighed and put her head in her hand. "And that is as much of an apology as you'll get from him. I'm sorry Inquisitor, I should have informed him of Dorian before, or at least warned you, or Dorian. Then we could have avoided such a mess."

Miria leant against the banister and sighed. "Honestly, so many people have been arriving, you and your companions, the hero of Fereldan and his friends, and the king, Alistair, who is coming because the hero of Fereldan. I can only assume there will be chaos." Miria looked over the banister just in time to see Fenris skulk out of Solas's study. "And I am the one who has to deal with it."

Hawke clapped Miria on the shoulder. "Well, good luck! Can't say I envy you, could barely keep my own friends from fighting. Now I'm going to find Fenris and get him drunk enough to smile."

With that, Hawke hopped back down the stairs after Fenris, giving a nod to Solas as she passed him entering the room. Miria groaned and turned to Dorian. "I am not looking forward to this."

"Well, at least you aren't a Tevinter mage, you have it easy as far as I can see." Dorian murmured from behind her. He had taken a seat in his corner, and was staring out the window, maybe watching Fenris, or maybe looking at the people arriving in their hordes.

"Dorian, I—" Miria began but he turned his head to look at her.

"By coming here I made the silent agreement to accept all the hatred, all the dirty looks, the names. It is more surprising, that you would offer your life to protect me, no one has ever done that for me before, I never thought anyone would." Dorian was sincere in his tone, and Miria could see his eyes were damp, not quite teary, but certainly moved.

"Of course I would protect you, you're my friend." Miria told him with a soft smile.

"My friend, yes, I like that. I like that very much. Now, I would quite like to find a new book to read seeing as our mutual friend destroyed my other one." Dorian began perusing the shelves and Miria gave a smile before heading downstairs.

Solas gave her a nod as she passed and she smiled in return, exiting the room to the main hall. She sat back down on the seat she had vacated and picked up her book. Just as she opened it a panicked call of 'Inquisitor!' had her standing. "Oh Andraste give me strength."

It was going to be a long day.