Neria rode silently with Danyla asleep in front of her. They had been riding for hours, their weapons and armor taken. She observed these strange elves. None of them had any vallislin, but they didn't sound like elves from the Alienage, with their thicker accents and vocabulary. She listened in on their conversations attempting to glean what information she could. It was rather boring, "What do you think about this girl or what'll you have for dinner."

She didn't notice when Lanaya rode up beside her. "We are almost there Inquisitor. They are excited to see you. "

Neria shook her head in question, "Who?"

"You will see," Lanaya murmured. She looked excited as she sped up her horse.

Neria watched her leave and saw a familiar sight before her. The Temple of Mythal. So much had happened there. She leaned forward and whispered in Danyla's ear, "Wake up Da'len."

The child stirred, looking around, chasing the sleepiness from her mind, "Neria, where are we?"

"A place of history, Danyla," she answered.

"It's so big!"

"Wait until we get closer, then you will be even more amazed.

When they rode through the temple gates, Neria was surprised by the amount of people there. The courtyard was filled with elves. As she looked, she realized that not one person there had the vallaslin. Cullen rode next to her, "Inquisitor, is this… normal? I thought you said it was Dalish clans that were disappearing?"

I don't understand. They wouldn't just remove the vallaslin without provocation. Neria shook her head, "I have no idea, just wait. I have a feeling we'll find out soon." They glanced around the temple. Gone were the overgrown plants, and years of dirt. What now stood before them was a bustling town. The walls were lined with tents. Their horses trotting down the path, they passed a smithy, and several merchants.

Their horses were led to the bottom of the stairs where they were to dismount. Neria jumped off with ease, turning around with her arms out to catch Danyla, who clung to her and refused to walk on her own. Lanaya motioned for them to follow her up the steps. Wrapping her arms around Danyla, Neria slowly made her way to the top of the staircase. They reached the main doorway to the atrium, the room where they had first encountered Abelas and his fellow guardians. Lanaya stopped them before they could enter, "I'm afraid that only Inquisitor Lavellan will be able to enter the hall at this time."

Neria shifted Danyla on her hip, throwing her most threatening look towards Lanaya, "Then we'll wait here. Remember, it was your…" she wasn't sure what to call them, "Leaders who invited me here. I can wait as long as I need to."

Lanaya's expression hardened, "I apologize, but—"she was stopped midsentence when an elderly man exited the main hall and whispered into her ear. Her brow furrowed and she murmured something back. The man nodded, then headed down the steps. Lanaya looked back at the door her lips in a hard line, her eyes showing confusion, "I apologize, it seems they will allow you to enter." With a single gesture, the doors opened and they were led down the hallway. They filtered into the atrium slowly, looking around in wonder. It was exactly the same as before, only this time the room communicated a feeling of power and intrigue, rather than the decrepit notion of a long lost Deity.

The room was empty except for the single figure, a man, who stood with his back turned. He wore black robes, with his long hair tied back. Lanaya motioned for them to stay where they were then she moved and knelt before the alter, "We have returned with the Inquisitor, Hahren." The man nodded his head before turning around.

Several gasps and grumbles ran through the room, but Neria was silent. Before her was the man she had once loved and still hated, and he dared to address her, "Hello, Inquisitor."

Varric was the first to speak, "Pay up Qunari."

Hello Guys and Gals,

I'm still working on the next couple of chapters. If you have any suggestions or see something that's off please let me know!

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