Velanna was running through the Deep Roads now, trying her damndest to find Lance and Morrigan. Flemeth had fled almost instantly, using some unnatural power to take them away.
She truly had no idea what she was doing, how she was going to find her way. Lance was wounded, badly, and he would likely die if she didn't get there in time. For all her skill as an apostate mage, Morrigan truly did not know jack shit about healing.
Whatever spells she could conjure would likely leave him ragged and hurting for weeks.
He needed proper Dalish magic.
Velanna gritted her teeth that Morrigan was not here to hear such a joke, to share barbs with.
"Where is he?" asked Fergus hurriedly. "Do you know?"
"Absolutely no idea," said Velanna. She looked at Oghren, tried to see if the Dwarf might have any clue as to where they should search.
"There's an old fortress around here," he said. "One of the first to fall to the Darkspawn."
"Could Flemeth have taken them there?" asked Fergus. Oghren shrugged.
"I suppose she could have. Don't know why these mages do half the crap they do."
"We must go there," Fergus demanded. "At once."
"Okay," said Velanna. "But you should head back to the surface. You aren't a Warden, it is too dangerous here."
"No," said Fergus. "I'm not leaving my brother."
"I did not think you would."
Velanna turned, gestured for Oghren to lead the way. The Dwarf charged forward, axe held high. They were storming through the Deep Roads. Velanna noted the curious lack of Darkspawn. She supposed that things must calm down in the Roads between Blights, that the Darkspawn were off doing other things.
She supposed it was possible that they were mounting an assault on Orzammar.
It was possible they were digging for the Old Gods even now. They heard the call of their masters constantly, driving them insane with purpose.
Flemeth's plans must have something to do with the Old Gods, or else she wouldn't have picked such a remote part of the Roads, such an ancient part.
But what could she possible be planning?
Last time Velanna had tangled with Flemeth the old woman had become part of the Archdemon. She'd not relished the opportunity to fight a Blight on its home turf. Now she wanted nothing more than to kill the woman.
Her friends were counting on her now, needed her.
"Faster," Velanna demanded from Oghren. "Faster!"