A/N:Attempting to hone my writing skills. Prompt from the random prompt gen. just a one shot of Jowan and Isoldes meeting. so yeah, enjoy!
"Bloody cold outside," Jowan muttered under his breath, pulling the hood of his cloak tighter over his eyes, Redcliff wind whipped around him. He stood close to the windmill, just as the note had instructed him too, he had only just escaped the Circle and already he was found.
The note had threatened him, 'Come or the Templars will be informed of your location', he was all to eager to oblige. If the templars found him it was most definitely to make him tranquil, or just kill him on the spot, he almost preferred the later.
He had just escaped the Circle a fortnight before, and already he grew tired of running, tired of constantly looking over his shoulder, sleeping with one eye open. He felt aches all over his body, his eye's hurt, and he could not imagine how the others do it. How Anders had done this as many times as he did, was astonishing.
It was just before dawn, the sun was peaking over the hillside, an orange and yellow hue painted the sky. That's when Jowan saw them, two cloaked figures walking toward him, one quite smaller than the other. The other seemed to be attempting to conceal a long sword, Jowan jumped to defense, his blood quickening through his veins as he raised the blade closer to his palm.
"I did not mean to cause you alarm, I had to make sure you would come", a thick Orlesian accent drifted on the voice from under the hood.
"Well I am here, now I ask for you to reveal yourself", He called across the clearing, his words almost disappearing in the wind.
"That I cannot do, not until I have your word you will 'elp me", it was obviously a feminine voice, the larger figure with her is what worried Jowan.
"I will listen, if your armed guard takes a few steps back", he eyed the figure cautiously, not lowering his hands till she agrees.
The smaller figure nods, waving the larger back a few feet, it grunts moving compliantly.
"Speak stranger", He finally lowers his hands, slipping the blade back into his robe pocket.
"It is my son, he is showing signs...signs of magic...I need the help of a mage, someone to teach 'im to hide it, I cannot lose him", She pleads, "My husband knows nothing of this, and I 'ill pay you handsomely".
Jowan thinks about it for a moment, it is exactly as Loghain instructed it, and how was he to reject protection for a while. A good nights sleep, a hot meal. If everything he had told him about Arl Eamon was true, this was for the good of Ferelden.
"Alright, I will help you", his words slid through his teeth, uneasy even as he spoke them. He placed his hand in his pocket, as the woman sighed in relief, he thumbed the glass vial. The vial that held the cure of this menace from society.
The small cloaked figure motioned for him to follow her, the birds chirping as they cross the clearing and into the windmill, a secret passage leading into the castle from the bottom. He kept his hand on the vial, talking himself into calming his nerves, he had trained plenty of young apprentices in the tower.
How hard could this be?