Once in the carriage, Cullen allowed some of the anger he held out. "Are you insane?" He snarled, Aoife knowing that he needed to release his pent up emotions, and it was better here than on one of his innocent men. "Do you know what she could do?" All in a moment the fight blew over when Aoife placed her lips over his.

"My mother always used to say 'keep your friends close, but your enemies closer'. Madame de Fer is certainly no friend, and I need to determine how much of an enemy she is, and if she can be changed to a friend or not." Aoife said, not realising how her words may have sounded to the man that she had just placated with a kiss. She only realised that something wasn't quite right when she saw his copper gold eyes narrow.

"So I am nothing more than a calculation on being a friend or foe?" He asked deceptively quiet. "I'm just a Templar?"

"Of course you're not." Aoife said, violet eyes widened in shock. "What I feel for you... I..." She blushed slightly. "I wouldn't care for you the way I do if you were! Oh Andraste's teats." The pair sat in silence for a few minutes before Aoife spoke again, so low that Cullen could barely hear her. "What can I say to make him understand? I don't make a habit of kissing 'calculated risks'." Aoife never saw the look in Cullen's eyes soften, but she did feel his hand cover hers, the motion itself almost made her cry. The next moment had him kissing her like there was no tomorrow. She could feel the frustration and anger in the kiss, but also love and a deep devotion that she hadn't entirely expected, but yet welcomed with open arms. He eventually pulled back.

"I shouldn't have over reacted like that." He said after a moment of looking into her eyes. "I..." He tried to find the right words. "I just... I can't... Oh Maker's breath I couldn't stand thinking that you may only have thought of seducing me as a means of protecting yourself if something happened."

"I wouldn't have asked you to... deal with me if that was the case." Aoife said quietly. She rested her head against his shoulder. "I trust you to do it."

"Then... I think you better look for another." He said as his arm wrapped around her. "I don't know if I could now."

"I know you would." Aoife said. "Because if you didn't you would likely be the first victim of my possessed self, and you know it." Cullen exhaled, knowing that she was right. Abominations often targeted their closest friends and lovers as a way of the demon asserting its dominion over the host body. The thought that anything other than him would have her... it was unbearable... then it dawned on him. He was quite possessive when it came to her. Even since his youth he had never really been one for having something as his own, he had always preferred to keep the peace, but not her. He would not share her.

A slightly tighter grip was all the warning that Aoife had before his lips claimed hers again. Aoife had never felt how dominant Cullen could truly be before, she could feel his entire being pressing against her, even his Templar powers subconsciously. She gave into the power he held over her, a small growl escaped Cullen's throat as he felt her surrender to him for that moment. Yet he pulled back, a small string of saliva still connected them. "I love you." He said as he pressed his forehead to hers, before he looked away, blushing. "I... I mean... um..." He mumbled, before Aoife lay her head on his shoulder.

"I love you too." She said quietly, not seeing the smile blossom on Cullen's face. A genuine smile of happiness, he could smell the scent of her shampoo as he placed a small kiss on the top of her head. He could feel her body pressed against his, and he knew at that moment that she was the only one that he could ever want. The fact that she could say that she loved him in return, despite what she knew... she was amazing.

They arrived back at the inn where their remaining companions were, and after telling them what had happened at the salon, there was a few words that they had to say about Aoife's impulsiveness, but eventually they packed up to travel back to Haven.

Upon their arrival back at Haven, the first thing that Aoife did was call her advisers together. Although Vivienne and Sera were added to their group, there were bigger issues at hand. They had been invited to see the rebel mages in Redcliffe, but there was also the change in the personality of the Lord Seeker.

"We heard about what happened in the city." Leliana said once they had started to meet in the Chantry. "My agents were rather thorough with their details." She said as she turned to walk towards the war room with them. "It is curious that the mages want to meet now."

"Well they did find out that we were wanting to talk to the Templars." Josephine said. "Why wouldn't they want to get their own words in, especially if they want us to help with the Templars if, and when, they attack them."

"Don't count the Templars out." Loghain said. "As the squirt said, he was once a member of their order. They are powerful, and at this point also desperate. To have bowed under the leadership of the Seekers... There has to be something more happening than we know."

"I can't believe that they took leave of their senses as well as the capital though." Cullen said. "Even to go as far as to seem to want Aoife to go to the rebel mages in Redcliffe. I just hope that some of the dissenters that I roused in the ranks will actually be of help." Loghain opened the door and the others stepped through, before he closed it behind them.

"We could just get the help from the mages, like I advised." Josephine said. "They could give as much help, and Grand Enchanter Fiona personally invited you, a risky move on her behalf, especially with Templars in the capital at that time."

"They could be ten times worse than the Templars." Cullen said. "I doubt that they are more organised than the Templars are." His eyes moved to Aoife. "The choice is yours, Lady Herald." There was where their personal lives outside all of this, and her being the Herald in his eyes began. How he addressed her was key, not to his mood, but to his attention to business detail. Now she was to be the Herald of Andraste, he to be her servant... or as much of one as she would allow him to be.

"I think that the Templar Order is worth investigating." Aoife said, seeing relieved looks from Cassandra, Cullen and Loghain, Leliana was unreadable, and Josephine... was quiet.

"I agree." Cassandra said. "What could the Lord Seeker be up to?"

"We shouldn't discount Redcliffe." Josephine said. "The mages may be worth the risk."

"They are powerful, but probably a lot more dangerous than you realise, Ambassador." Cassandra said.

"Do you think the invitation could be some kind of trap just to lure us there?" Aoife said quietly.

"I find it highly suspicious that the leader of the Mage rebels would walk around Val Royeaux, Orlais' capital and home of the Chantry and the White Spire in broad daylight." Cullen said. "Why would she go herself, and not send one of her lesser known allies?" Cullen had just voiced one of the thoughts in Aoife's head. Even if it was to see first hand, she hadn't disguised herself in the clothing of a beggar or even a normal person, but stuck to the Circle robes.

"I... I'll meet with them and then decide finally." Aoife said, even though she was pretty certain that no matter what the Mages were doing that the Templars probably needed their help more.

"We need to get more influence to get the attention of the Order anyway." Cullen said. "We haven't been as vocal as we should have been. We need an angle to go at too. Hopefully one of the juniors in the ranks will be concerned enough to contact us." Aoife nodded and they all turned to leave, apart from Loghain.

"Warden Loghain?" Aoife asked, getting a small chuckle from the greying man.

"Loghain is enough." He said as he pressed a hand against the side of his head, a headache? "Damned song." She heard him say as he fought to regain himself. "I apologise for that moment." He said as he nodded towards the room leading into the prison below the Chantry. "I did not wish to say this in front of the others, even though I suspect the Nightingale knows all too well." He said. "Several months ago, while I was doing research in Antiva with the Warden Commander, we started to get less and less updates of the Grey Wardens' status until they stopped altogether. We went our separate ways. I returned to Vigil's Keep, when I returned, the keep was silent, the other Wardens disappeared. I alerted Avenia to my discovery, and shortly after that I found myself in the good graces of meeting Lady Pentaghast. Avenia allowed me to join the Inquisition to help her look for our companions."

"You said something about a song?" Aoife said, searching his face.

"Yes, the Grey Warden curse." He said with a chuckle. "I guess I should tell you, Leliana knows this already, and I've given her instructions should I..." he cleared his throat. "A Grey Warden, is made, not born." He said. "A Grey Warden, is a person that survives through what is known as the Joining, a ritual that fundamentally changes what their destiny is." He sighed. "What makes a Grey Warden is a person with enough constitution and will to live, and a draught of Darkspawn blood and a single drop, just one, of Archdemon blood. To most people the mixture is deadly, and toxic enough to kill immediately. If you survive, its a blessing and a curse. You can kill Archdemons, and hear them as they communicate and call to the Darkspawn, but you also get the Calling, a song that is sweet and melodic and starts as a small whisper. But it grows and clamours inside your head, every minute raising the volume that one step higher. You can ignore it, but not what it signifies." He rubbed his forehead. "The moment your body takes the poison it begins to die, and the Calling reminds you of that fact, every minute you live is a minute closer to death."

"Rather fatalistic." Aoife said.

"Not fatalistic, realistic." Loghain replied with an awkward chuckle. "I escaped beheading to a fate worse than the death that I could have been given. Alistair can say what he will, Avenia actually made me want to take the blade when she forced that vile liquid down my throat. I've regretted that decision ever since, yet not. I was able to play a small part in helping to defeat the Archdemon, and my tactical mind can now help the Inquisition."

"Why does Cullen hate you so much?" She eventually asked. "I know that he called you out on being a traitor, but it felt like there was something more." Yet before she finished, she could see that she would get no answer from him.

"You will need to ask him." Loghain said. "Anyway I have now shared what I know, you may do with the information what you will." He patted her arm. "You are doing fine. All leaders needs to make decisions, some easy and some hard. You have us, we can help, but in the end we follow your lead. Why they play around with everyone being equal I have no idea, because it's quite clear everyone has decided for themselves who they follow."

"What do you mean?" She asked looking at him.

"They look for an Inquisitor, a leader for the Inquisition." Loghain said. "Out of myself, Cassandra, Leliana, Josephine and Cullen, none of us would entirely agree on who should lead out of us, as you know myself and Cullen antagonise each other too much, Josephine is all talk, but can't lead when it's required, Leliana works better behind the scenes than as a figurehead, and as for Cassandra... she doesn't believe she deserves it." He gave a grim smile. "Surprisingly the prisoner that was almost executed as the one that caused the disruption at the Conclave, who is now said to be the Herald of Andraste, is actually the better choice out of all of us seasoned people there. Cullen would follow you into the Fade and back, Cassandra and Leliana has the faith that you are indeed the Herald to keep them going, Josephine is Josephine, and you have my respect. You don't have Cailan's stupidity nor his half brothers' natures." Aoife raised an eyebrow. King Cailan had multiple half brothers? Before she could question him further Loghain got to his feet, symbolising that he was finished talking. Still the question lay, the current king was the bastard son of King Maric, there were more? What if that other son should be the rightful heir? That would give her a major headache.

"He wasn't giving you a hard time was he?" She looked up to see Cullen, who was glaring back towards the exit. "He didn't try anything?" The mere notion made Aoife chuckle.

"He didn't, thanks for your concern." She said. "He just... had stuff to tell me." She looked at the ceiling. So many secrets from so many people. She doubted that Loghain meant to talk about Maric's other bastard, or bastards for all she knew. She doubted that they were acknowledged, and so that they wouldn't entirely be in line to the throne. She looked over at her paramour and smiled. Would she feel any different if he was an outcast prince? The answer was a clear no. "He did say, though, that he would back whatever judgement I made." She waited for her love to speak, but there was just a small smile. "What?"

"Maybe... maybe I was a little wrong about him." Cullen said. "I thought that he was here just to add another notch on his 'this is why I shouldn't die yet, Maker' list. That and I don't think a traitor deserves to work for the Inquisition and..." He shook his head. "Well lets just say that I have other reasons to dislike him." Aoife nodded, not willing to ask. He would tell her eventually, he needed to decide to do so, and she needed to let him. He had already opened the locked and sealed room that was the Circle of Ferelden and Kirkwall, he would eventually tell her about this too.

"We head to Redcliffe tomorrow." She said, entwining her fingers with Cullen's. He brought her fingers to his lips. "You, me, Sera and...Solas I think." She said, leading Cullen to chuckle.

"Is it wise to have two unelflike elves together?" Cullen asked. "Won't we all get headaches?"

"I want to see what she can really do with that bow, and Solas needs to relax more. The worst that can happen is that he and she doesn't get on with each other and the new know for sure not to take them together, like how I know not to let you and Varric share a tent." He nuzzled her hair. "Not that I'd want you to share with another, you're mine, after all." She said, then blushed as she realised just how forward she had been, but when she looked up, he had a slightly uncharacteristic smile on his face. She remembered seeing that look when he was riding, it was one of carefree abandonment.

"It feels nice." He said after a moment, pulling her gently into his arms. "It feels nice to know that you've got a home to return to, a person that loves you beyond what you truly deserve." He rested his head on hers again. "I still can't believe that you actually exist, that you're here. That you... want me."

"We all have wounds. I don't know if I have told you this, but my family is old, we can trace our origins back to the Dreamers, the magisters that communicated with the Old Gods." She expected him to push her away at that moment. To know that she was of Tevinter descent, and that she knew her own lineage... most men would have discarded her there and then knowing of their strong magic potential. "Those that marry into my family... they never find out until after the ink has dried, because who would ever want to know that their children has the chance of having a burst of magic in their veins? That there was an exceptionally high chance that they would feel the touch of magic? Then there's the fact that my family's patron hasn't yet stirred in the bowels of the earth. Lusacana still dreams on."

"I recognise Lusacan." He said quietly. "Not a Lusacana."

"The Tevinter changed the name and gender. At the time they couldn't believe that they were being spoken to by a female, but it was never corrected, so the name went down as Lusacan." She played with the hem of her sleeves. "You asked before about the mark on my back?" She didn't need to see the nod, nor hear the assent. "The mark was always placed on members of House Pavus when Lusacana chose a High Priest, or Priestess. It blooms only when the previous one dies, and always on the member of the family with the highest magical potential. It means that no matter what the actual House Pavus thinks, a branch member that has never actually interbred with another Tevinter House in a few Ages is actually more powerful than their scion."

"Then I need to be extra vigilant, that's all." Cullen said. "I have a promise to uphold, after all." He kissed her head. "If you're the Head Priest, then does that make me the chief worshipper?" His joking and carefree nature about her revelation was relaxing. "If this Old God brought us together, then she has my thanks and my prayers too, you made this all bearable for me." He reluctantly released her from his arms, but still held her hand in his. 'Let them all talk, I don't care, not today, not ever again.' He gently pulled her behind him as he went back up the stairs. "Does letting others see us like this bother you?" He asked just before they reached the door. "It it does, we can..." He felt Aoife squeeze his hand slightly. "I'm taking that as a 'no'." He said as he relaxed the hold on her hand, giving her every opportunity to drop their contact, instead Aoife just moved it into a more comfortable position. He then gave a small grin as he closed his hand around hers, marvelling in how... perfect it felt.

Cullen pushed open the door, and she stepped through, tugging his hand slightly with impatience. He followed, seeing that the hall was empty, apart from an Antivan and an Orlesian exchanging quiet whispers and money. A part of him felt a little uncomfortable, knowing that two of the advisers were betting on his love life, but then he realised that Cassandra had joined them, and smirked when she looked in their direction. "Pay up, ladies." She said.

"Was there anyone that hasn't put a bet on our private affairs?" Cullen asked, feeling rather hurt.

"Warden Loghain." Cassandra said as she pocketed her winnings. "He said that affairs of the heart shouldn't be the subject of betting. We all disagreed."

"You're also all female, and all not afraid to show it." Cullen said as he pulled Aoife into his arms. "Well let's give them a real show." He said quietly as he tilted Aoife's head back, she could feel his breath, his hands, she was lost in all that was Cullen. "Armour getting in the way." He mumbled, before he felt her hands on the hidden buckles of his armour, pulling them free, letting him remove the constricting armour.

"Better?" She asked breathlessly, feeling his muscled flexing under the leathers.

"Much." He said as he pulled her tight against him, one hand supporting her neck, the other stroking her lower back. She had never felt Cullen being this possessive over her before, and she liked it. She found that she enjoyed the feeling of her love holding her close, even without them kissing. That she loved the light teasing before he finally claimed her lips, his hand on her back moved down to stroke her ass before pulling her as tight against him as his leathers could allow, she could only whimper into his lips as a response. She could feel her love's need, his teasing had taken its toll not only on her, but on his own body, and it was all for a simple show in front of three conniving women of Aoife's inner council.

He released her a few minutes later from the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. "Soon." He whispered, almost as confirmation to himself. Oh Maker he ached for her, and he couldn't deny that. Didn't want to deny that. She was his, he was hers. The lust-filled copper eyes that glanced at Josephine, Leliana and Cassandra told them all they needed to know.

"Maker, I want..." Aoife whimpered, but Cullen placed two fingers over her lips.

"Think of it as an incentive." He whispered, his voice strained. "Close the Breach, close it before I can't hold back, before I can't stop myself." Aoife could only nod, made speechless by his look of desperation, they ached for the same thing, even if they knew that there were priorities. He bent down to pick up his discarded armour and winked at Aoife. "Have an early night, we need to travel early tomorrow, I'll tell Solas and Sera." His eyes moved to the three ladies. "Don't keep my beloved up too late." He said with a small chuckle, watching as the three ladies converge on Aoife.

"Do tell, dear Herald, just how good a kisser is our Commander?" Josephine asked as the three ladies leaned towards her.

Aoife woke early, not needing Cullen's polite knock this time. She opened the door to see her her love approaching her, with a small chuckle. "How was the three ladies?" He asked, offering to take her backpack for her, which she allowed him to take.

"Full of questions." She said as she rubbed her eyes. "They wanted everything, and I mean everything that we had done. I didn't know whether or not to..." Cullen gave a small smirk, which he got a slap for. "You just left me with them!"

"Did anyone tell you how beautiful you are when you're angry?" He asked, cupping her face gently. "Your eyes go like two amethysts." She batted his hand away, even though he could tell that she secretly loved the words he had spoken. "Solas and Sera have already had their first argument." He said, changing the subject. "I think Solas said some kind of Elven prayer, and she pretty much hollerred at him and then...he said things and she retaliated... violently." He checked their mounts' tack. "You can't have both of them together... especially sharing a tent, they'd be worse than putting me in a tent with Varric." He rubbed his forehead. "Well, I guess that either I share with Solas or you do."

"I'll share with him." Aoife said. "I wanted to ask him if there was more to this mark, but I don't particularly want everyone around me to know that I still have no clue as to how this... thing works." She sighed. "Why didn't Andraste give me an instruction manual with this thing?" Cullen only chuckled.

"We need to head north to the Storm Coast before we head to Redcliffe." Cullen said. "It shouldn't be more than a day extra. While you were chatting to the ladies last night, I ended up speaking to a young Tevinter mercenary in your stead. He claimed to represent a group called 'The Bull's Chargers'. I thought that it would be of better use to see if we could pass by there and maybe pick up these mercenaries. They could be of use to us after all." Aoife nodded as she mounted Summer. "Lead on, Commander." She said with a smile, knowing that Blaze was as eager to go as Summer was. "Solas, Sera, we're heading out." She called, watching as both elves wheeled around and headed towards the two humans.

Cullen had been right about the detour to the Storm Coast. It hadn't taken that long and they picked up an excellent mercenary company, led by the Iron Bull, a Qunari Ben-Hassrath spy. It had been a difficult pill for her to swallow. He had orders to spy on her and her Inquisition, but he had also said that he would share the intelligence that he gathered from the other Ben-Hassrath. The extra information would help them take out any real enemies that they garnered. The next stop, however, was Redcliffe.

As they arrived, they were met by one of Leliana's people. "Milady." He said as he bowed to her. "We spread the word that the Inquisition was coming, but you should know that no one here was expecting us." He said. "Not even the Grand Enchanter. If she was she didn't tell anyone."

"Peculiar." Cullen said. "We should tread with caution."

"Agents of the Inquisition, my apologies." An elven mage said as he approached the group. "Magister Alexius is in charge here now, but he hasn't yet arrived. He is expected shortly. The former Grand Enchanter may be conversed with in the meantime. You will find her at the tavern." They followed the elf through the streets, with him stopping in front of a building, clearly indicating that this was where the Grand Enchanter was.

They entered the tavern, with Cullen leading the way. "Welcome, agents of the Inquisition." Fiona said as she saw the group. "What has brought you to Redcliffe?"

"Do you have a problem with your short term memory? Aoife asked. "You invited us here back in Val Royeaux."

"You must surely be mistaken." Fiona said. "I haven't visited Val Royeaux since before the Conclave, and I've been here since."

"Well I can swear that it was one who wore your likeness that spoke to me on Val Royeaux." She nodded to Cullen. "My Commander can attest to that."

"Indeed I can, Grand Enchanter." He said. "I believe that you said that we were to seek your aid in helping seal the Breach." Fiona just shook her head.

"Then we can only suppose some kind of magic is at work." She said. "But why would anyone... Well it no longer matters. The situation has changed since the Conclave." She said. "You see the free mages have already pledged fealty to the Magisterium of the Tevinter Imperium."

Solas just stared at her. "I understand that you are afraid, but you owe it to yourselves, you deserve better than to be slaves to the Imperium."

"It no longer matters. As one indentured to a Magister, I no longer have the right to negotiate with you." She said. "You will have to talk with Magister Alexius. I had to save my... our people, I had no other choice." it was then that they heard the door of the tavern open, and saw an older-looking gentleman enter with a younger man walking a few paces behind him.

"Welcome, friends, please forgive me for not greeting you sooner." The man said as he motioned towards a table. "I am Magister Gereon Alexius, and you must be Lady Trevelyan of the Inquisition. You are the survivor that they're all talking about, the Herald of Andraste?" Aoife inclined her head.

"I'm here to get mages to close the Breach." Aoife said abruptly and to the point. There was no point in dealing with niceties, not with a man from Tevinter who would prey on the innocent.

"Straight to business?" The Magister asked, chuckling. "I suppose I understand, the Breach is quite troublesome after all." He sat in a chair before looking at the young man. "Felix, send for a scribe, like a good boy." He said, before realising that he hadn't introduced him. "My manners, this is my son, Felix." He said as the boy bowed to leave and do his father's wish. "You really like to think big in the Inquisition. The Breach will require a substantial power to quell." He said.

"Well when you're fighting a massive hole in the sky, if I thought small it would be a disaster." She said in response. "We may require..." it was then that both she and the Magister saw his son's return, and the boy stumbled, looking exceptionally unwell. Cullen caught him before he fell before he felt something being pushed into his gauntlet. A note?

"Felix!" The Magister said as he went to help his son. "I apologise." He said. "My son, are you all right?"Before Felix could answer, Gereon escorted him out of the tavern. Before he left, however, he turned his attention to Aoife. "I'm afraid we will have to finish our discussion another time." He said. "I need to care for my son. I'll send word when we can resume." Aoife inclined her head as she watched them leave. She then looked at Cullen who pulled out the note that Felix had left.

"Come to the Chantry. You are in danger." Cullen read aloud, looking to Aoife. "Shall we?" She just nodded as they left.

The Chantry was easy to spot. "We should tread carefully, there's no saying what could be in there." Aoife said as her hand touched the gauntleted hand of Cullen. "I have you with me, however, I feel safe." Cullen chuckled. "Shall we?" She pushed open the doors of the Chantry. As she did so, she saw another mage battling some demons.

"Oh good, you're finally here." He said. "Give me a hand and close this, would you?" The accent was Tevinter, and Aoife was tempted to let him die, but the message had told them to meet someone here, and this gentleman was a someone. The battle was hardly a battle, but still the rift needed to be sealed. And once the energies started to dissipate, Aoife looked back to the mage. "That was fascinating." He said. "How did you do that?" Seeing a blank look on Aoife's face he chuckled. "I see, you actually have no idea! You just wiggle your fingers and then boom, the rift closes."

"And who are you?" Aoife asked, feeling a curious itch in the back of her head. Something... something called her to him, as though... as though he held a part of her.

"I'm getting ahead of myself." The man said as be bowed. "I am Dorian of House Pavus, most recently of Minrathous. How do you do?" Cullen looked between Aoife and Dorian. He remembered her talking about House Pavus, how they were linked to the Dreamers. "Magister Alexius was once my mentor, so my assistance would be invaluable as I'm sure that you can imagine."

"Why are you helping us? Why are you betraying your mentor?" Aoife asked, curious.

"He was my mentor, was being the operative word." Dorian said. "He's not any longer, and hasn't been for quite some time. Look, you're bound to know that there's danger. That should have been obvious to you even without the note. Alexius stole the mage rebels out from under you, he did that with some experimental magic involving warping time. I know, because I helped to create it... in theory." He said. "It sounds bad and it is, such magic wrecks havoc with the veil."

"It is quite fascinating, if true." Solas said as he looked at the Tevinter mage with a new found respect.

"Didn't you feel time twisting around itself in the rift that you closed here?" Dorian asked. "The thing is that there will be more like this very soon, and they will appear further and further from Redcliffe. We cannot let that happen, the magic is highly unstable, and it's ripping holes in the world."

"I can tell you that my father didn't do it to gain the mages as allies." Felix said as he entered the Chantry. "He did it to get you here, Herald. Everything that he is doing here is to get your attention. My father really does like to grandstand."

"That took you long enough, is he getting suspicious?" Dorian asked.

"No, but I shouldn't have used my illness." Felix said. "I thought he was going to fuss over me the rest of the day. My father joined a cult called the 'Venatori', they are a group of Tevinter supremacists."

"Now that you know that you're his target, it'll make things easier for you. Unfortunately I cannot remain here in Redcliffe. He will get suspicious. However when you deal with him, I would like to be present." Dorian said. "Currently Alexius is unaware of my presence in Ferelden, and my appearance may be the key you need to help you when facing him, that is if you want to free the mages. I'll be in touch, Herald, and Felix, don't get yourself killed, I would hate to hear of your demise." With that Dorian left the Chantry, leaving the others to leave themselves.

With a heavy heart, the Inquisition party returned to Haven. The choice that they had to make was so much harder now. Should they stick with the original plan and help the Templar Order? Should they deal with Magister Alexius and these Venatori? Should they save the Mages or the Templars? Cullen placed a hand on her shoulder. She had a hard decision to make, which could cost them dearly either way. "No matter what you decide, I've got your back." He said. "You know that, and you know that you have Loghain's support too." She nodded. She just hoped that she chose correctly.