"Fixing your mess is not the demand of the Qun! And you should all be grateful!," The Arishok yelled as he took a few threatening steps towards the companions. "Thank you, human. Leave," he finished, gaining control of himself. Hawke turned to her companions and walked away from the Qunari leader. It took all of her will to not burst into a run and flee the compound.

When they were safely heading up into Lowtown, Aveline let out a breath she had been holding, "We need to let the Viscount know that the Arishok is at his breaking point."

Hawke massaged her temples, "I need a break from all this. Anders said that he needed to ask me a quick favor, so let me go knock that out before we start playing with politics again."

Hawke was momentarily stunned as the reek of Darktown assaulted her senses. Her eyes watered heavily and she fought with her stomach as it tried to make it's offering of her breakfast to the Undercity. Hawke finally gained the upper hand in her inner battle and begins making her way through the bowels of Kirkwall.

The lanterns of Anders's Clinic burned brightly against the gloom of it surroundings. The young apostate walked in to find Anders concentrating on a small Ferelden boys leg. The boy's mother was babbling hysterically and the only sense that Hawke could make out of it was that the boys leg had broken through the skin. Hawke felt the world shift under her. She had killed her fair share of baddies throughout her life. But when she went into it, she mental prepared herself for the blood she was going to see, and took several baths when she got home. Her spells were purely defensive, and they weren't the kind that made the victim explode or anything. She considered herself a force mage. She would throw the enemies around and slow them down until someone else could get a hold of them or they collapsed from exhaustion. Her father was so relieved when he found out that his daughter had to fight the urge to faint from parchment cuts. No reason to worry about her become a blood mage.

Anders glanced up and saw Hawke swaying on her feet. He turned to one of his assistants and gestured to their visitor. But in doing so, the healer lifted his hands and Hawke caught sight of the protrusion. The ground rushed up to meet her as she fainted.

Hawke was aware of a familiar voice somewhere nearby. The dull throb in her head, which was what she had followed to get to the voice, roared. A groan of pain escaped her lips and her eyes slowly fluttered open. "Ouch," she muttered.

Anders grabbed her chin with a physicians touch, assessing the damage. "You don't have a concussion, where does it hurt?"

Gritting her teeth, she gestured weakly towards her head. Gently probing fingers ran through her hair, feeling for the source of her pain. She gasped when he brushed over the offending knot. "you are such a baby, Hawke," he smiled. Warmth flooded from his fingers and she sighed as the pain receded to nothing.

The excitement over her loss of pain made Hawke careless, and she jumped from the table she had been sitting on. Too quick, Anders had to catch her before she took herself out again." Maker's Breath, woman!" he cursed as she steadied herself in his arms.

Hawke regained her balance and pushed away from Anders, this time keeping her feet under her.. She threw a lopsided grin and leaned against a support beam. "Now that I am done fainting a stuff, let's get down to business," She laughed. "There was something you wanted to talk to me about?"

Without any warning, the healers eyes flashed blue as he and Justice had a brief inner struggle for control. Hawke repressed a shudder and felt goose bumps prickle her arms. She like Anders, but he was struggling harder everyday to keep control over the Spirit inside of him. It made her uneasy.

"Yes," he said not noticing, or not wanting to notice his friends reaction to the losing battle he was fighting. "Have you noticed how many new tranquil there are in the Gallows courtyard lately?" He began.

Waiting for night to fall, Hawke returned to her estate. She was sitting in her room thinking about he had told her. There were rumors flying around that the Templars were planning on making every mage in Kirkwall Tranquil, "The Tranquil Solution". Hawke shivered violently, the thought of being made tranquil made her blood run cold. She gathered her things, and began to make her way to Darktown.

She was surprised to see Fenris and Aveline waiting out side the refugee Clinic with Anders. "I asked Fenris to come just in case things, um, get out of hand. And with Aveline begin Guard Captain, I think she needs to see what these Templars are capable of," the healer said by way of explanation, as if reading her thoughts. Hawke nodded, she just wanted this to be over with.

The Companions walked in silence through the tunnels carved for Lyrium smugglers. They were all on edge, The silence was unsettling and each of them had their weapons ready.

"We are almost to the gallows," Anders barely whispered, but after an hour of nothing, he might as well have yelled.

They rounded a corner and Fenris began to glow blue. "It's a trap!" Too late. They walked into a room full of templars. On mage stood in terror, held against the leader. He hand was clamped firmly over her mouth.

Without a word, the templars burst into action. Aveline jumped in front of Hawke Defending her while she cast, Anders fell to his knees and when he rose Justice glowed through. Hawk let the battle drop from her conscious and dipped into the pool she held in her mind. Her spells swam around in it and she plucked on out. Whispering incantations and drawing glyphs in the air, she used the Fist of the Maker. A Spell that picked up the enemies and slammed them against the ground. That would slow them down, she though. She went to dip into her magic mind pool again, but couldn't touch the surface. Maker she hated Templars. She scanned the battlefield to see who was nullifying the area. "Ulrich!" Justice yelled. Fenris had three on him and with a sweep of his battle axe they all fell.

"Focus on the leader!" Aveline yelled as she rolled under her opponent's guard, finishing him with a blow to the knees from her shield and cutting through a weak point in his armor as he fell. Justice yelled in anger, he wasn't able to cast yet either. Hawke moved to focus her basic attacks on the Templar Leader.

Ulrich didn't stand a chance against all four of them and quickly fell. Wit h all the templars dead, Justice rounded on the circle mage. She had fallen to her knees and was rocking back and forth while praying.

She looked up to see the spirit of justice standing over her. "They will all know Justice's burn!" He growled. She screamed and shrank away from him.

"DEMON?" She cried

"I am not demon. Are you one of them to accuse me of such?" He started glowing more intensely.

Hawke stepped in between the mage and her friend. "That is enough, Anders. They are all dead."

"I can feel their hold on her, she is one of them!"

Hawke held her staff in a defensive stance. She hoped she could talk him down but the didn't have time. They just slaughtered a host of Templars in what looked like an underground storage room. "And- Justice, we don't have time for this!"

Justice narrowed Anders's eyes. He raise his hands and Hawke barely had time to counter with a force field. The blow cracked the support beams on the room and the ceiling between her and the others collapsed. Hawke stood looking dumbstruck at the ruined exit.

The mage that she had saved grabbed Hawke by the elbow, "we have to get out of here before someone comes to see what's happened." The apostate let the circle mage drag her into the gallows.