During the journey back to skyhold Jericho noticed small, but very similar things between Ser Beckham and Cullen. The way they were postured on their horses, the crook of their smiles turning up when one of them said something sarcastic to their men. It put Jericho's mind at ease almost. Family together even though they have never met before. Yet in the back of Jericho's mind, he was still weary on the situation on hand without proof of these knights actually being with Andraste.

"Knight Commander Beckham?" An inquisition scout spoke up.

"Yes?"

"Is Andraste really coming...To skyhold?"

Jericho pondered this as well. The smile on the commander's face told it all.

"I don't see why she wouldn't." he answered. "Andraste and Maferath aren't exactly on good standing terms at the moment. And the fact a little rat said he's here makes it all the more meaningful to come."

"Why? Is it because of the relationship between her and the maker?" The scout asked again.

"Well yes and no. Andraste has been traveling from realm to realm through the fade to gather allies." Ser Beckham said rubbing the back of his neck just as Cullen does when he shy's away from something.

"Allies? Why would she need allies?" Spoke Jericho out of curiosity.

"Mm…Like a friend in high places kind of thing. She's allied with the Elven gods, Qunari gods, and quite a bit of enchanted people and creatures. Though I don't know the whole story between her and Maferath's fight, I know he betrayed her somehow and I know it had to do with the maker." Ser Beckham's face turned expressionless. "There's more to the story than I am led to believe I know. But what happened has happened, nothing more I can say."

"So…Life still goes on after we die?" The scout questioned looking up to the knight-commander.

"My you are a curious fellow." Ser Beckham chuckled. "I'll put it this way. I'm here aren't I? You just meet family, you've never met before and ten times as many people as you would in your lifetime. Ever hear the phrase 'spending eternity with the one I love?' It takes it to the extreme. I'm still with my nagging old nug." The knight commander smiled softly.

After the long day's ride, the group finally reached skyhold by sunset. Orange and pink clouds painted the sky, the moon peaking at the opposite side of the sun. The cool Ferelden breeze brushed and nipped at the men's and women's faces.

"Templars, set a perimeter. If Andraste is on her way the keep must be held!" Ser Beckham shouted to get his Templar's attention. The soldiers nodded and rode off in all directions, two by two, speeding down the mountainside.

"We already have a perimeter set." Cullen mentioned as he rode beside Ser Beckham.

"Out perimeter is a little different than yours Cullen. I mean no offense, but you have the ground and sky covered. But not the Veil. We will monitor it in case someone figures out Andraste is back in Thedas."

"You make it sound like she's very Valuable." Cullen remarked dismounting, taking his horses straps in hand.

"Is she valuable to ever chantry in Thedas?" Ser Beckham questioned with a coy smile.

"Point taken."

The knight-commander followed Cullen's movements dismounting. "But I understand what you mean Cullen. She is highly valuable, even if she considers herself not. Any demon that can manage to snatch her up and take her back to the archdemon's, supposedly receives a reward. A wish you could say, if they don't decide to eat you. But sure as shit, she doesn't go easily. Even in sparring matches."

Ser Beckham, Cullen, and the inquisitor stationed their horses in the stables. "Why don't you two go get some rest? You've both had quite a day." Ser Beckham smiled. Jericho stepped forward with-drawing his staff from its holster on the horse.

"I'm going to fill in Leliana and Josie on what's going on. Care to meet them Ser Beckham.?"

"Go ahead. I'm going to take the demon to your holds."

"I'll be down there shortly. Good-night Cullen." Jericho nodded to him and left.

"I'll help." Cullen stated as he started to walk with Beckham. The knight commander placed a light hand on his shoulder.

"Get some sleep Cullen. I know an over-worked man when I see one." He said softly. "Go rest."

Cullen sighed dejectedly. "Alright. I'll see you in the morning."

"Good-night commander."