Disclaimer: Bioware owns all rights of the main characters and of Dragon Age...I wish I owned Alistair.

This is the short chapter. The group has returned from the Circle to Redcliff. Mostly used as a comedy releif.


Theresa walked up the steps into the main hall of Redcliff castle. She opened the doors and instantly looked for Sten. They made eye contact. He looked away. That is not a good sign. She walked over to him. "Sten, how did it go?"

"The witch and wizard kept the child from getting stronger. The child lives."

Theresa released a breath and smiled at Sten. "Thank you."

Sten huffed and looked off. Theresa walked into the main hall with her head held high and a smile on her face. "No need to thank us, the circle is saved and we bring you mages." Theresa smiled at Isolde. She was distraught. "Thank the maker."

"First Enchanter," Theresa looked at Irving, "Do you have everything?"

"Yes, Warden. But we also need a person to go."

"Does it have to be a mage?"

"Preferably."

Theresa thought about it for a minute. She turned with an evil smile. "Hey, Morrigan?"

"What?"

"You want to kill the demon that has been keeping you busy since I left?" Morrigan had an evil grin on her face. "I will take that as a yes." Theresa turned to Irving. "Okay, got a mage. Now what?"

"Now, we begin."


"The Urn of Sacrate Ashes. Lady Isolde, you do know that is a myth right?"

"No, it is real. Brother Genitivi said it was."

"And who is this guy?"

"He is a well respected man. He has published many books about the urn." Tegan stepped into Theresa's and Isolde's conversation.

"If he is so informed about it, why hasn't he found it yet?"

"It takes time Miss Cousland." Tegan said.

"I'm not going to get anything done unless I do this right?"

"Yes, I can't help you with the blight but Eammond can. Go to Denerim and seek out Brother Gentivi. He will tell you all that you need to know."

"Thank you Isolde." Theresa nodded courtly and left the Arls chambers. Her companions were waiting outside. "We have to go to Denerim now."

"What?" Morrigan was still woozy from the fade battle but attentive enough to complain.

"We can't gather our human army without the Arl. SO we have to do this bull shit side mission before we can actually get going."

"You don't seem to thrilled to help the Arl." Alistair shot off.

Theresa shot him a cold look. "We just saved his town from his son and his son. We are going on a run around here because some mother didn't trust her husband enough so tell him a fucking secret. And even then, who cares? That's the reason that the tower exists, right Wynne." Wynne nodded. "Besides, Alistair, if you finished your training, how would you feel hunting and killing Connor when he was older?" Alistair didn't respond. "So, yea, I'm not exactly taken with the Arl."

"Does this," Lili interjected, "Have to do with an arranged contract?"

"No, sleeping beauty in there is just starting to piss me off." Theresa looked at her group. They all looked scorned except for Morrigan and Sten. Theresa sighed. "I need a drink."