Anders was confused by Eriana's sudden strange behavior, not that she didn't often do things that confused the mage, but this was totally out of character. She didn't often just run away mid conversation without so much as a hint as to where she was going. She did tense up, though, just before she took off. His mind immediately went back to the day that he first met her when the keep was under attack. Maybe it was happening again; after all, he had just started to sense darkspawn, but they had to be really close by for him to feel anything. He shot a quick glance over at Nathaniel, who seemed just as confused as he was.

"Do you sense anything?" the rogue asked him.

"No, but she obviously does," Anders said, grabbing his staff and taking off after her, expecting to find the courtyard filled with hurlocks and genlocks. Instead, he was surprised to see a large caravan of wagons and horses moving in through the massive gates. It took him a moment to realize that they were flying the Grey Warden standard. Anders relaxed for a moment, sliding his staff back into place and moving to stand with Nathaniel behind Eriana. "Were we expecting visitors from somewhere?" he whispered up to the human rogue. Nathaniel shrugged, but before he got a chance to answer, a huge knight in full heavy plate armor with rearing griffons emblazoned on the chest dismounted from the lead horse and walked confidently across the courtyard, straight for Eriana.

"Brendan," Eriana said, crossing the yard to meet him halfway. When she was a few steps away, the knight reached up and took off his helmet. The two Wardens clasped forearms for a moment before the knight pulled her into a huge hug, lifting the young elf off her feet. Anders couldn't help but bristle a bit as Eriana laughed and threw her arms around the man's neck. "I didn't expect you for another month at the earliest!" she exclaimed once the man finally put her back down on the ground.

Brendan crossed his arms and looked down at her. "Well, when I got wind of what happened up here, we all decided that we were more needed up here, so we packed up and headed up here a quickly as we could." Eriana put a hand on her hip and looked up at him, one eyebrow raised. "We didn't leave unfinished business in the South; don't worry. We had taken out all of the main clusters of darkspawn by the time we got back into civilization and heard what had happened to you. The darkspawn weren't all that difficult to find, now that we're all attracting them. They kind of came to us."

"Ohhh, sounds fun. Were they organized?"

Brendan shook his head, "Not at all; we didn't even encounter that many emissaries. There were no talking ones either. Just your regular old mindless darkspawn."

"Maker, how I miss those." Keenan said, walking up behind them, the rest of the Amaranthine Wardens filing out behind him. "I thought I sensed more Wardens here," he said, extending a hand toward the former Redcliffe knight. "My name is Keenan, only survivor of the Orlesian Grey."

"A survivor, the King didn't mention a survivor."

"You've seen Alistair?" Eriana said, her face lighting up.

"Yes ser, we met up with his convoy just past what's left of Lothering. He filled me in on as much as he knew. I have to say, I expected to find you much more short-handed than this. We traveled with him all the way to Denerim; then we double timed it to get here as quickly as possible."

"So he's back in Denerim; well, that's good news. Keenan wasn't here when Alistair passed through, and I guess I forgot to mention that we had rescued him in my last letter; it's just been so hectic." She smiled again. "Oh, Brendan, it is really great to see you, and Maker, how I could have used you two months ago when our numbers stood at just four. But that's all past; we'll have time to discuss what happened with both of us later. For now, I'm sure you are all exhausted and could do with some rest. First though, let me introduce the newest members to the order. You've met Keenan," she said turning and pointing out each of the Wardens as she went around the circle. "And, of course, you already know Oghren. Beside him is Justice." Brendan gave her a puzzled look, but Eriana shook her head. "We have two mages, Velanna and Anders, who is an excellent healer, and two rogues, Sigrun, who is fantastic with duel daggers, and Nathaniel, who is a better archer than I am."

"Nathaniel Howe?"

"Hum, Alistair told you that one, too, huh?" Brendan huffed. "He wasn't thrilled about it either. How about you; did everyone make it okay?"

"Yes, Commander. In fact, we've added one to our numbers." Brendan turned and signaled for someone to join them. A tall, slender man with a massive dog strolled up beside him.

Anders wasn't sure how he felt about this Brendan; he seemed a bit rigid and formal, not at all like Eriana. But he was a military man, that much was obvious. Perhaps he just came off that way when you first met him, or perhaps Anders simply didn't like seeing Eriana smile up at some other man like that. "This is Hurrin," he said, clapping a hand on the lean man beside him. "He's a Chasind tracker who we tainted by some darkspawn blood. Did you know that you can save people from the taint by putting them through the Joining? It was Niko's idea, and by Andraste, it worked."

"Niko," Anders thought, tearing his eyes from Eriana and Brenden, scanning the crowd of Wardens. "Did he mean Niko Amell?" He looked around through the dozen or so Wardens who were getting off of horses and out of carts. It looked as though they were mostly warriors judging by the massive swords and axes strapped to their backs. In the very back of the pack, he found the person he was looking for; yep, it was definitely Niko Amell.

Even in his limited time in the tower, Anders had heard about young Niko. Who hadn't? Everyone knew of the young human apprentice, Irving's star pupil. According to Circle gossip, Niko was one of the most powerful elemental mages to ever pass through the circle. Tower legend says that during a class on lightning spells, he created a storm so massive and powerful that it took three templars to dispel it. The mages respected him for the sheer amount of power he could yield, and the templars feared him for the very same reason. They always kept a close watch on him, though it was never necessary. Niko was as straight forward as a mage could get. He never snuck out too meet a girl after curfew; he never skipped lessons, never talked back to a senior enchanter, never even stole an extra apple from the larder at lunch. Not only that, but he was one of the most devout Andrastians in the tower, attending vespers every evening. If anything, though, his straight-laced behavior made the templars more suspicious of him, but he never did anything to earn their ire, not while Anders was still in the tower anyway. It didn't really surprise him, then, to see Niko there; any commander worth her salt would snatch him up immediately. Talents like that were just too good to let go to waste lighting fires and teaching younglings in the Circle.

Hopping down out of the cart behind him was another familiar face from the tower, Petra, Wynne's star student and as vanilla as a mage could get. He remembered being forced to tutor her on healing spells, and though the girl was a very talented healer, she was as boring as anyone Anders had ever met. She would never respond to any of his attempts of flirting and refused to laugh at any of his jokes, till Anders finally just gave up; he simply wasn't used to putting that much effort into a girl with no hope of pay out.

"Nathaniel," he heard Eriana shout above the noise of introductions and reunions. "Do you think you could arrange some rooms for our Wardens?" Nathaniel nodded and disappeared inside.

"You have Wardens take care of household business?" Brendan asked, looking down at her. "I thought you had a seneschal."

"I do, but he is bed-ridden at the moment. He stepped in front of an assassin's bolt for me yesterday and has been unconscious ever since."

"An assassin?"

"Yeah, you missed an exciting day yesterday." Eriana said with a sarcastic smile. "Let's see, first we had a near riot in the keep courtyard, but it turns out that was all a rouse so that the real assassins could sneak in while we were dealing with that mess. Then, after we've dealt with all that, we get to fight off an all out assault, soldiers, hired assassins, you know, the works."

"Who was behind it?"

"Oh, that's the best part; it was a group of my nobles who had sworn an oath of loyalty to me not two months ago. Yeah, and this was after we took out their headquarters and got all kinds of incriminating evidence on them. Oh, and it seems the Crows are taking out new contracts on me, so that brings the total for that guild up to two, well, two that I know about."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down. The Crows…but I thought you'd worked something out with them. Can't…um…your connections stop it."

Eriana shrugged, "Ignacio's gone, running things in Antiva, and I don't know the guy running things in Denerim. If they come after me again, then I'll start asking some questions, but there's nothing I can do about it now. Anyway, we can talk about all this later; go inside, relax. Tomorrow we'll meet and discuss the unpleasant things." She slapped the man on the back. "It is really good to have you all back, Brendan."

"It's good to finally be home. You have no idea how nice the prospect of warm, clean beds sounds right now."

Eriana laughed, "I'm sure it does." Turning back around, Eriana addressed the crowd. "Brothers and Sisters, it is wonderful to see you all again; welcome home. Your rooms are being prepared as we speak, so I'll give you all time to get settled in. Please take a moment to introduce yourselves to our newest Wardens; we will be doing formal introductions tonight at dinner. Until then, rest, clean up, and familiarize yourself with the keep. I'm afraid that we have been dealing with crisis after crisis here, so you all come in good time."

"Good time, from what I hear, we're a day late," someone said as the group began to disperse and make their way into the keep.

Eriana grinned and slapped the man on the back, "Garen, you old thief, how have you been?"

Garen smiled and nudged her gently, "I'm doin alright. You know, this Warden thing, it ain't half bad." The young man glanced up at the massive keep, "Yep, this definitely beats Fort Drakon prison any day. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go claim a room before all the good ones are taken," he said, giving her another grin before running off toward the keep.

"So, how's he doing?" Eriana asked Brendan.

"Well, though I thought you were crazy to begin with, you were smart to conscript that one, Commander. Aside from you and um… well, I haven't seen anyone who can match his speed with a pair of daggers."

"How is he getting along with everyone?"

Brendan started laughing, "Well, that part you don't have to worry about. It took several of the knights and dwarfs some time to warm up to him, given his more colorful past and his tendency to swipe things from them, you know, just to prove he's still got it." Eriana glanced up at him, eyebrow raised, "Ah, he always gives the stuff back; he just said he was keeping his skills sharp, you know, just in case he needed to pickpocket some hurlock or something."

"Hey, I've pickpocketed a few hurlocks in my time. It used to drive Alistair crazy. We'd be in the middle of a fight, and I'd be sneaking up behind a hurlock, taking his loot." Eriana chuckled. "He would shout at me, 'Kill them already woman; you can take their stuff when they're dead.'"

Brendan laughed, "Don't tell Keenan that; he may just take it to heart. Like I was saying, though, most of the warriors were a bit wary of him for a while, but those Dalish twins, well, that's a different story. Let's just say they took a shine to him right quick."

Eriana and Anders both glanced over at the rogue, who was walking away each arm around one of the dark-haired elven twin archers. "Cybele and Delian? No, there's no way." Brendan laughed again. "He's with both of them; well, that sly dog. He's more of a cad than a rogue."

"They don't seem to mind," Anders added, watching the three stroll away.

"No, I thought we were going to have a real mess on our hands there for a time, that we were going to have to keep those girls from scratching each other's eyes out. But they seem happy enough with the arrangement, so who am I to judge what happens in their tents."

Eriana just laughed and shook her head as she glanced over at Garen, but Anders noticed that her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. "Well, it sounds like we will have a lot to catch up on, but there will be time for that tomorrow."

Brendan's eyes narrowed, and he was suddenly very serious. "Speaking of which, are you doing alright, Eriana? Alistair told me about…."

"I'm fine, Brendan." He crossed his arms and looked down as if he didn't believe her. "Well, I'm better than I was three months ago. It's been hard, I won't lie, but I'm getting better."

Brendan nodded, "Okay, I'll take your word for it, it's just…never mind. I'll let you say hello to everyone."

Andres stood behind Eriana, greeting the Wardens as they came to speak with her, intrigued by the difference in her demeanor. All of a sudden, she was very professional and, in a way, much more detached with these members of the order. No one else mentioned her personal life or asked her any questions, and though it was clear that they had a strong relationship, it seemed to be one built on mutual respect. Brendan and Garen were the only members of the group thus far who seemed to have more than a professional relationship with. Then it hit him. All of these Wardens joined the order just after the Battle of Denerim. They all looked at her as the Hero of Ferelden first and their Warden Commander second, but they didn't see Eriana when they looked at her. And in a way he understood why. Back in Denerim, she didn't need to be Eriana when she was around her Wardens; she had Zevran and her family to go home to. He was there to listen to her concerns, to calm her fears, to support her in her difficult moments. That wasn't the case here. Here, she needed her Wardens to fill that role. She needed Nathaniel because he reminded her of Zevran; she needed Oghren and Sigrun because she felt comfortable talking to them; and she needed him, Anders, to fill that final need, the physical need. He glanced down at the elf; was that all he was to her, a warm body to fill her bed? No, surely not; Eriana wouldn't use him like that, she wasn't that kind of woman. He was letting his imagination get the better of him.

A shout from across the courtyard jarred him from his thoughts. Petra and Niko were making their way toward Eriana, and Petra looked furious. "Maker's Breath, Commander," she said, taking Eriana's chin in her head and looking at her intently, "what have you been doing to yourself? You look awful."

Eriana simply smiled, "It's good to see you too, Petra. I'm fine, it's just…"

"Fine, you think you're doing fine? I don't think so, Commander. Your cheeks are hollowed out and your eyes are dull, not to mention the fact that your armor is so loose, it's practically falling off of you." The mage's hands flared blue, "Have you been sick? Here, let me do a quick check up, just to see if you've caught something."

"Petra," Eriana said, taking hold of the mage's hands, "Petra! I told you, I'm fine. You think I look bad now, you should have seen me a month ago." Petra crossed her arms and looked sternly down at the elf. Anders almost laughed; she was definitely Wynne's pupil. "Look, I went through a really tough time a few months ago. I stopped eating, had trouble sleeping, I was so stressed that I threw up everything that I ate, but I'm getting better now."

"Don't you have a healer here or anything?"

"I do, in fact," she said, turning to Anders. "Petra, I'm not sure if you know…"

"Anders," the young mage finished for her, making a face as she looked up at him over Eriana's shoulder. "Yes, I remember him from the tower. I thought he was a good healer from what I remember, so I'm a bit surprised to see you like this." Petra stepped around the elf and looked up at him. "So, tell me, Anders, how could you let her get to this state? Have you even bothered to check her for illness or anything?" Anders shook his head and opened his mouth to defend himself, but Petra cut him off. "You haven't! What kind of a healer are you? Can you miss what is plainly obvious?"

"Hey," Eriana said, stepping between them. "Anders has done everything that he could do, but there's no spell to heal the kind of hurt I'm dealing with, so back off him." If Anders didn't know better, he would have sworn there was smoke coming from Eriana's ears. She looked like she was furious at Petra for criticizing him. It took everything in him not to swell up in manly pride, maybe she did care and wasn't using him after all. "Listen, Petra, Anders has been wonderful; everything I could ask for in a healer. But even he can't fix what's wrong with me; neither of you can."

The sound of someone clearing their throat stopped the escalating discussion from becoming a heated argument. They all turned to find Oghren standing behind them. "Petra, it's good to see you again. Not to interrupt what was clearly a happy reunion, but, Eriana, I thought you'd want to know Varel just woke up. I know you were eager to talk to him once he regained consciousness."

"Thanks, Oghren," she said, turning back to the mages, she crossed her arms and glared at them. "Now as for you two, drop it. I am a grown ass woman, and I make decisions about my own health. And I won't have you two at each other's throats on account of it. Now drop it, both of you. I'll be upstairs if you all need me," she barked at them before storming away.

Oghren stood there, just shaking his head. "I really wish you two wouldn't do that. Don't you think she have enough on her plate without having to break up a fight between the healing mages of all things?"

Petra huffed in frustration. "Something is wrong with her, Oghren; I can see it in her eyes. There is more going on here than you are willing to see. I just don't understand why she's acting like this; she's just being stubborn for some strange reason."

"Look, you know her; you know how she is," Anders said, trying his best to neutralize the situation. "She doesn't like for other people to think she needs help; she just wants to take care of everything herself."

"What," Petra said, the surprise evident in her voice. "That doesn't sound like the Commander at all. I've never know her to be so resistant to healing before."

"Look," Oghren said, looking up at both of them. "You two don't know the same woman. Zevran's leaving broke her, and I don't know if she'll ever be the same. She doesn't like feeling so vulnerable, so she compensates by refusing our help. She wants to feel in control even though she's hurting. It's annoying, but that's the way she is, now. So, Petra, just drop it. If she really gets desperate, she ask for help. Trying to push it on her just makes her feel weak, and that's the last thing she needs, believe me."

Petra glanced back at Niko who simply shrugged. "Okay, but I'm still keeping an eye on her. There's more to this than stress and lack of sleep."

Anders sighed. "Don't I know it," he muttered to himself.

-0-

Eriana poked her head into Varel's room and was thrilled to see the human sitting up, working his way through a bowl of soup as he spoke to Garevel. He still looked pale, but Eriana didn't care. It was wonderful to see him awake and eating. "Hi," she said, stepping into the room, "I heard you were awake, so I thought I come by and see how you are doing."

"My back's a bit sore, but all things considered, I guess I'm fine. Happy to be alive."

Eriana smiled as she felt tears fighting their way to the surface. Trying desperately to swallow them, she took the seat Garevel had just vacated at the seneschal's bedside. Taking Varel's hand, she looked deep into his kind eyes. "I'm happy you're alive, too, Varel. If you had died protecting me…I just don't know." She took a deep breath and squeezed his hand. "Why, Varel, why did you do that? You risked your life for me; but that's not your duty to do that. I would never demand that measure of devotion."

"I didn't do it because it was my duty," he said, covering her small hands with his other one. "I did it because it was my honor to do so. Commander, you have done more to help this arling, this nation than anyone since the rebellion. You are the best thing that has happened here in several generations. And if I had to die to preserve your life, then I would do it gladly."

Eriana was unable to hold back her tears. "But I'm just an elf," she sobbed.

"Eriana, you may be an elf, but you're not 'just' an anything. How you fail to realize your value and worth is beyond me, but trust me on this, there's not a man in this keep who wouldn't gladly make the same sacrifice I was willing to make. I'm not sure who made you believe you were of so little worth, but they were wrong to do so. My Lady, believe me when I tell you, we are lucky to have you."

"No, Varel," she said, kissing the man on the cheek, "I'm lucky to have you. I never expected to find this kind of devotion; I…I've never experienced anything like this. Thank you, Varel. I promise I will do everything to earn this dedication."

He smiled and patted he hand again. "My dear, you don't have to do a thing; you've already done enough to earn my devotion until the day I die. You will be the saving grace of this entire arling; I know it."

"Thank you," she whispered, quickly trying to wipe away her tears. "Now, you concentrate on getting better. I'm going to need men like you at my side."

Varel smiled up at her. "You can count on it, Commander."

-0-

Eriana spent the entire morning the next day locked away in her office with Garevel, Nathaniel, Keenan, Brendan, and Trom, the Orzammar dwarf who had become Brendan's second in command. Brendan's report was relatively short as the expedition to the South had been pleasantly uneventful. They spent the greater part of the morning, then, discussing the recent problems that Eriana had faced in Amaranthine and trying to devise a solution that utilized their new increased numbers.

"Until we pinpoint the exact location of this Architect's lair, I think it we need to make sure no Warden goes out without a full team, archer, warrior, and mage, at the very least," Brendan said, leaning forward and looking at the map.

"Numbers didn't help us when they first arrived," Keenan pointed out.

"Look," Eriana said, leaning forward and gesturing to the map on her desk. "I'm pretty sure that Architect's lab was located here," she said, pointing to the mines located in the Wending Woods. "We found his library and equipment for experimenting. While I doubt we could still find him there, I would guess that he's still in the area. As for this Mother, it wouldn't surprise me if we found her near the lab; after all, she's one of the Architect's experiments gone awry. I say the chances are good that her lair would be around there somewhere."

"So, we do sweeps of the area and the deep roads around there until we find something," Trom said.

"I'm afraid of the risk that would warrant," Keenan said, leaning back in his chair. "After all, the Architect is after living Wardens; we could be playing right into his hand."

"True, but we can't let this go unchecked," Eriana said. "I know this constitutes risk, but the Architect has already captured us once and we managed to escape."

"Only because Velanna's sister opened the cage door for us," Nathaniel pointed out. "We may have never gotten out without her."

"We also have our civilians to consider," Garevel said. Brendan had been against letting a non-Warden into their meeting, but Eriana had insisted. This was the first time he had really spoken up about an issue. "They are counting on us not only to deal with the darkspawn problem, but we must also protect them at the same time."

"Maybe we could station a couple Wardens in Amaranthine with the city guards," Nathaniel suggested. "They could give warning if there was going to be an attack and help the guard defend should an attack take place."

"That sounds good," Eriana said. "We can leave a group stationed here and a few in the city. Brendan, who would you sugget?"

"You could send Dillon and Gwen; she did work in the Denerim guard before she joined the Wardens. She would be able to work easily with them here."

"Makes sense; why Dillon though; wouldn't you want to send a scout or an archer instead of another warrior?" Eriana asked. When she didn't get an immediate answer, she glanced up and noticed a knowing grin on Brendan's face. "Oh, she and Dillon. Wow, Brendan, what did you do, encourage them to pair off?"

Brendan chuckled, "Ah, you know how it is, a long time on the road together, living in close proximity, stuff starts to happen."

"I understand. We can let them stay in Esmerelle's estate. I suppose I can rightfully seize it, seeing as how she just tried to kill me."

Everyone laughed as there was a knock on the door. Anders and a few servants came in with several trays of food. "I was elected to come in and make sure you were all still alive in here, so I thought I'd bring lunch as well."

Eriana thanked him as everyone began to get up to get something to eat. They must have been sitting there for quite a while because the moment she stood up, Eriana noticed that her muscles were extremely stiff, especially her lower back. Grimacing slightly in pain, she reached back with one hand, trying to work some of the pain out.

"Ana, are you okay?" Anders asked, immediately responding to her low groan of pain.

"Yeah, Anders I'm fine; just not used to sitting still for this long, I guess. My back is killing me."

He glanced down at her, "Has this been a problem in the past?" Eriana shook her head. "May I take a look?"

"Yeah, Anders, that would be great, thank you." She breathed easier as the warm feeling of his magic flowed over her. She closed her eyes as his hands traveled down her back, easing the dull ache that had been settling there. Suddenly, Anders made a strange sound and pulled his hands back. "What is it," she said, turning toward him, alarmed by the concerned look on his face. "What's wrong?"

Anders shook his head. "I'm not sure; I just felt something…odd as I was healing your back."

"What is it?" Nathaniel said, coming up behind him.

"I don't know, exactly," the mage said, a worried look crossing his face. "I would need to do a full work up to be sure; do you think we could…"

Whatever he was going to say, Eriana never heard. At that moment, Sigrun dashed into the room. "Eriana, we just got a report from some of our scouts. They say that there is a massive horde of darkspawn headed straight for the city." So much for all their planning; the time to face the Architect was here, whether Eriana and the Wardens were ready for it or not.

-0-

Meanwhile, back in Denerim…

"Ser Temmerly, I have to say I am disappointed. I had rather hoped you would be bringing me the news of the demise of the great Hero of Ferelden by now. Instead, I'm greeted by you and your rather lame excuses. Now, tell me, why is that elf still drawing breath, and why are you back here begging me for aid?"

"We attempted to make some unwise alliances. Apparently, someone went to the Warden and alerted her to our plans. She and her Wardens raided our headquarters. Most of my allies gave chase, but they were demolished by her forces. Only Esmerelle and I remained behind, so we were the only ones to survive."

"Does she know you were involved?" Temmerly nodded. "And I assume you and Esmerelle want me to hide you."

"Not exactly, Esmerelle is obsessed with killing the knife-ear; she still plans to go through with our original plan, although, with her low numbers, she's bound to fail. We will likely hear of her death in a few days' time."

"Fool!"

"I agree."

There was a sigh and a long silence that seemed to hang in the room. "Tell me, Hayden, does anyone know of my involvement, that it was I who gave you the original idea?"

"No, I never even told Esmerelle that you suggested hiring the assassin," Temmerly said.

"So, what is it that you want from me? The Warden obviously knows that you are implicated in this; offering you sanctuary merely implicates me. For obvious reasons, my name must be kept away from this mess you all have made."

"I'm not asking you to defend me; I'm simply asking that you involve me in whatever plans you have in store for her. I want to see her meet her end as dearly as you do. Surely there is something I can do to help you. Please, she deserves to pay for what she's done."

Another sigh, "I suppose I can use you. We will need to be discreet, though, and we can't attack her in her Keep again. She will be too heavily guarded there."

"Here in Denerim, then?" Temmerly suggested. "I realize it brings the plot close to you, but she and half the nation will be here in three months time for the one year celebration. It would be easy to hide behind to massive crowd, and amid all the celebration and commotion, getting to her should be easy. Besides, my sources have confirmed that her assassin has definitely abandoned her; she'll be more vulnerable than ever."

"Excellent, well, I suppose, Temmerly, that you weren't a total loss. One of my men will meet you outside the market place and will escort you someplace safe while I figure out what to do next."

"Thank you," Hayden said, turning to go. He turned back when he reached the door, "As long as I'm a part of it, I don't care how it goes down. I just want to see that bitch bleed."

"Don't worry, my friend, you will. All in good time, you will."

-0-

Dum dum dum! (cue the dramatic music). I had hoped to get this up sooner, but I had a really tough time getting this chapter going. My muse kept getting distracted by a dreamy green-eyed elf with a gravely angst-filled voice. Anyway, the vultures are beginning to circle around Eriana it seems, and it's time to go confront the Architect. Maybe now that I've beaten DA 2, I can focus my thoughts back on Eriana.

I also needed a chance to reintroduce my OC characters, at least the ones that will play a role later in to story.

As always, I hope you all enjoy. Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think!