The room was deathly quiet.
"Could you please repeat that, My Lady?" Josephine asked in her polite Antivan accent.
"I can see the future?" Fallon responded. "Its not the whole future but when my visions come they show me certain events in time, those of which that have yet to happen."
"That can't possibly be true." Cullen said in a low voice. "Are you some sort of mage?"
She looked at him. He was perhaps the first to truly inquire into her power. And also one of the few that believed her.
"Er… Yes, I am a mage. But I do not think it is connected with my visions since my parents can recall me telling tales of things yet to happen when I was a small child. Before my magic had come."
Cullen turned to Leliana and whispered in her ear. "Are you sure this isn't some sort of blood magic?"
"You would be daft to whisper around elves, Commander." Fallon turned red at the ears with controlled rage. "If you would be so kind as to explain the rest, Leliana. I would enjoy a trip to the tavern after such a long journey."
Leliana nodded, understanding her plight. Fallon turned on her heel, the door opened on its own with a flick of her wrist.
She slammed it behind her as she left.
That may have been a bad idea considering the humans sent her looks and glared her way as she strode out of the Chantry. She held her chin high, as if she were as big as her Tal'Vashoth mother.
The tavern was a comfort. As was the dwarf Varric telling stories at the next table over. She sat there staring into the flames of the fireplace just listening to him.
"-so then Hawke was like, "why are you buck naked in the middle of the woods, wait I don't want to know."
The whole tavern burst into laughter.
She liked the dwarf Varric. He hadn't appeared in her visions much, he mostly appeared vaguely in the background.
She thumbed at the label on her drink. Fallon was glad to be here in to help the Inquisition. But what if they wouldn't accept her help. There was so much she could help with. So much to prevent…
Her brow furrowed. The feeling suddenly came on, dread. What was going to happen?
"I don't think I've seen you here before?" An elf stood before her. He gestured to the seat across from her.
"May I?"
"Oh of course. You my sit wherever you like, I'm not one to tell you otherwise."
He slide into the chair. She thought he was reminiscent of an egg with his bald head. And egg with long ears.
The egg man smiled, well something like that. He wasn't exactly incredibly expressive.
"So what brings you to Haven?"
She knew this elf was involved with the Herald directly. She planned to only disclose so much to him.
"I've come to assist the Inquisition." That was vague enough. Good.
"How so?"
Damn egg.
"That answer depends on who you are?" She evaded him.
"I suppose I understand your caution, I am Sol-"
"Chuckles!" The dwarf seemed to appear out of nowhere leaning on the egg mans shoulder. "Who's this your girlfriend? Nah, actually I think she's out of your league."
The dwarf winked at her. She liked this Varric but she hoped that would not change.
She sat up and straightened her robes a bit.
"Varric Tethras, pleasure to meet such a infamous author." She smiled politely.
"So, you've read my work. Let me guess Swords and Shields? You seem like the type."
"What?" She raise a brow. What was "swords and shields"? Anyway…
"No actually, I read the Tale of the Champion. I found Hawke's life to be quite interesting."
He laughed.
"Hawke probably thinks the same thing!"
"So back to what we were speaking of before Varric very rudely interrupted." The egg-headed elf pushed Varric off of him. "My name is Solas."
So far she liked Varric better.
"Very nice to meet you, Solas. I am Fallon Adaar."
"So you mentioned wanting to help the Inquisition, right?" Asked Varric.
"Yes I believe I did." Fallon responded, knowing what was coming next.
"But like what would you do?" Varric asked.
The tavern door opened.
" Come with me." Cassandra stood at their table. "We have to speak about you counselling the Inquistion."
The look of shock on the two mens faces as the women departed from the table was priceless. Had they thought she was just another new recruit? Fallon smiled to herself.
Once the two women where outside in the cold of the Frostbacks, Cassandra spoke up.
"Both the Herald and Leliana have vouched for you. If you indeed are what you claim to be we expect you to provide knowledge of the future that the Inquisition can use. Consider it a job."
Fallon nodded. "Hope I don't disappoint."
Cassandra's imposing demenor suddenly disappeared. "Good. Now the Herald was kind enough to draw a map to where you will be staying."
Cassandra handed her the small piece of parchment.
"Thank you, Cassandra."
"Don't thank me. It was the Herald who settled the vote to keep you here." Cassandra scoffed.
Fallon smiled. The seeker was kind hearted, even if she put up a harsh demeanour.
"I'm sure we will speak later." Fallon began toward where the map instructed her to go.
Inside she was glad. The Herald had vouched for her. She was sure Leliana had. Perhaps the Lady Seeker as well? She couldn't be sure. She was sure however that the templar, Commander Cullen, did not. And the Antivan ambassador had her suspicions as well. But maybe not as harsh as the Commanders, accusing her on blood magic when he found out she was a mage. But if they had agreed to allow her to stay?
Maybe she would be alright here.
Suddenly a blinding gold light filled her vision and she collapsed to the ground.