Rosalina's head was pounding when she awoke and for a moment she wondered just how much she'd had to drink, before remembering that she hadn't drank the night before. She was supposed to be attending the Conclave in the morning and she'd wanted a clear head on her shoulders when she went in. She lifted her head slowly, feeling the bonds on her wrist, a terrible ache in her left hand, and minor bruises through the rest of her body.

She watched as the door swung open and a woman with dark hair barged through, her eyes flashing furiously. Rosalina recognized the Seeker symbol on her armor and flinched inwardly. Seekers were notorious for being ruthless and persistent in the search for truth – or at least their version of the truth – though she wondered what a Seeker would want from her. No mage and she had yet to be forced into Templar service, there wasn't much a Seeker would want from this Trevelyan. She was so focused on the woman who radiated anger, that she hardly noticed the figure who slipped in behind her.

"Tell me why we shouldn't kill you now," The Seeker demanded. "The conclave is destroyed. Everyone who attended is dead. Except for you."

Rosalina stayed silent, watching the Seeker. She had no answers to give and she hoped that the silence would by her some time as she frantically searched her memories for what had occurred. She remembered heading toward the room the conclave was being held in… then nothing. Her mind was completely blank of any possible explanations.

The Seeker reached down and yanked up her arm.

"Explain this!"

Rosalina stared in horror. Where once a normal, delicate hand was there was now a green, glowing monstrosity. She recoiled slightly at the sight.

"I can't!" The words burst from her before she had time to consider them.

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I don't know what that is. Or how it got there," Rosalina pleaded with the woman.

"You're lying," The Seeker almost yelled it as she grabbed Rosalina by the shoulders.

The hooded figure grabbed the Seeker, pushing her backwards.

"We need her, Cassandra."

"Whatever you think I did, I'm innocent," Rosalina declared, sounding more sure than she felt at the moment.

"Do you remember how this began?" The figure asked, and Rosalina saw the woman for the first time.

Her red hair fell down to her shoulders in straight lines, except for the one little braid she had tucked behind her ear. Her green eyes glittered dangerously and for the first time Rosalina sensed she was dangerous, perhaps even more so than the quick tempered brunette that was now standing off to the side.

"I remember running… things chasing me," Rosalina struggled to recall the sudden, fuzzy memory. "And then... a woman?"

"A woman?"

"She reached out to me but then –"

"Go to the forward camp, Leliana," Cassandra told the woman, cutting off any other words Rosalina could offer. "I will take her to the rift."

"What did happen?" She asked, when the two women were alone.

"Easier to show you."

Rosalina stared in horror at the green sky that matched her hand, and she understood before the Seeker said a word, why they were accusing her of destroying the Conclave.

"I'll help," She said in answer to whatever Cassandra was saying, coming back down to Earth.

Cassandra raised her eyebrows in surprise, leading her toward this 'Rift' as she called it.