"Oh great." Campbelin groaned. "Now where am I?"

Campbelin found himself in a dirty side alley in a huge city. As he walked out of it, he saw the masked nobles, the suffering homeless on every corner of the street and the dozens of lion statues. It was no mistaking it.

He was in Val Royeaux.

"At least I'm in civilization." Campbelin thought.

Behind in the alley, Campbelin heard a brief scuffling that stopped once he turned around. However, with his keen eyes, he was able to spot where the noise originated from. He slowly walked over to the location and a scared, lanky elf was revealed to him.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Campbelin assured.

He reached inside his pocket, causing the elf to cower. Out of his pocket appeared two sovereigns, enough to buy a decent meal in the city. He handed it to the elf and placed a finger over his own mouth.

"I won't tell if you don't." Campbelin whispered, referencing his teleportation into the valley.

The elf nervously nodded and jumped to his feet, quickly racing out of the alley to buy some food. Campbelin slowly followed him behind out of the alley, but by the time he was out, the elf was already gone. He began roaming the streets of the city and with the lack of his party, he began pondering, specifically about the battle against the Reaper.

"I can't believe Trevelyan stopped me from killing that bastard." he pondered. "This could've all been over and I could've been home if it weren't from him. This is why I work best alone or with my own team. I...I…"

Campbelin's thoughts were interrupted by his growling stomach.

"Is it time for lunch already?" Campbelin questioned.

Campbelin passed by the walking crowd to go to the nearest food stand.

"What will it be today mon ami?" the vendor asked.

"Can I get a croissant sandwich with lamb's meat and goat cheese with a glass of wine?" Campbelin asked, placing the money on the counter.

"It will be here shortly." the vendor promised.

Campbelin waited on the side of the vendor for his food and while he did so he looked at the scenery around him. He wondered who was leading Orlais. It was obvious to him that it wasn't Briala since the elves unfortunately lived in harsh conditions.

As he looked around, he notice that there were Inquisition soldiers posted near the entrance gate of the city. Although he didn't want to see them just yet, he knew that if the other Inquisitors were smart, they would be heading back to Skyhold to reunite. After his lunch, he would talk to the soldiers about getting passage to Skyhold.

"Alright, here you go." the vendor said, handing the sandwich to Campbelin.

"Thanks."

Campbelin sat at a nearby table and happily began eating his sandwich. A moment later, two Inquisition soldiers approached the food stand.

"He..Hello there soldiers." the vendor stuttered.

"You know what we want." the soldiers smirked.

"Ri...right away." the vendor returned.

"And make it fast." one of the soldiers remarked. "We don't have a break all day.".

Just from the brief conversation, Campbelin could tell there was a toxic relationship between the vendor and soldiers.

The vendor hurried with their food and brought it to them with a nervous smile.

"On with you." one of the soldiers waved.

As Campbelin continued eating his sandwich, he felt the looming shadows of two people approach his side. He looked up and saw the Inquisition soldiers standing over him.

"Move aside dwarf." one of the soldiers demanded.

Campbelin began checking around the table, causing the soldiers to stare at each other, confused.

"Oh I'm sorry." Campbelin apologized. "I didn't realize the table belong to entitled assholes. There's no name on the table, but what should I expect, I'm in Val Royeaux after all.".

"What was that?" one of the Inquisition soldiers questioned.

The interaction between the three had gather the attention of a crowd, who wore faces of worry, but also amusement.

"Oh, so you're a funny guy huh?" the other soldier returned.

"Well, I did win comedian of the week several times during my Carta days." Campbelin smirked.

One of the soldiers flipped the table onto its side and while Campbelin didn't flinch at the action, he did flinch at the fact that his lunch was now scattered on the floor.

"No one messes with my lunch." Campbelin quietly spoke, trying to hold his anger back.

"Well what are you going to do?" the soldier who flipped the table asked.

Campbelin smirked, but before he could do anything, he felt a blunt object hit the back of his head, causing him to fall to the ground, unconscious. From behind, the vendor nervously shook with the blunt object in his hand.

"Did I do good?" the vendor asked.

"Yes, you did." one of the soldiers said lifting his sword to end Campbelin.

"Wait." the other soldier stopped. "Look at his hand.".

The two soldiers noticed the green energy of the anchor flaring on his hand.

"That looks like the mark the Herald has." one of the guards said. "He'll want to see this.".

"You're right." the other soldier agreed. "Tie him up and get him ready for passage to Skyhold. Everyone else, move along!"