Weeks later, Renna found herself in the Exalted Plains with some of her companions. Her advisors were working towards getting an invitation to the Empresses upcoming ball. They had unanimously agreed that if anyone would try to assassinate Celene, it would be there. However, the Inquisitor had been summoned to the Exalted Plains, which were being ravaged by the Orlesian Civil War. Reports of rifts had been overwhelming, but the strangest thing coming out of the plains was a rumor of the undead attacking the soldiers on either side. Leliana had sent Renna to investigate about two weeks earlier, and she quickly found out that the rumors were true.

"That thing is...hideous." Dorian said beside her. She nodded in agreement. The arcane horror that stood before the pit full of bodies looked like a rotting corpse hovering above the ground in tattered rags. She glanced at her friend.

"Shall we distract it while you take down that barrier with Vivienne?" she asked. He sighed. The two mages apparently did not get along very well. Probably due to the fact that she was a Loyalist of the Circle while he fought for mage freedom.

"I suppose." he said in mock boredom. Renna nodded at Varric and Sera, who launched a small volley at the horror. It squealed in surprise as Renna, Blackwall, and Iron Bull leaped from cover and charged the creature. It disappeared from where it had been standing, an unfortunate characteristic of the things, before reappearing behind them. While they engaged it, Renna watched Dorian and Vivienne attacking the barrier with icy magic. The fiery wall that protected the pit dissipated, and Dorian set the corpses on fire with a flick of his hand. The horror wailed with rage as they finally took it down. Its tattered corpse was sprawled in the dirt by the time Dorian and Vivienne rejoined them.

"It's done, darling." Vivienne said, her tone suggesting that there were no other options. Renna chuckled.

"How many more of these do we have to do?" Dorian whined. Vivienne scoffed and walked away to speak with Blackwall about something. Renna grinned at him.

"Well, as far as I can see, we've taken care of everything on this side of the water. We just have to wait for them to finish fixing the bridge so we can help those poor soldiers that are trapped in the keep." she reminded him. He groaned.

"Well, if that's the case, I have a favor to ask of you." he said. She winked at him.

"Anything for you." she crooned. He laughed heartily.

"Well, my dear, you did an excellent job of ridding the Hinterlands of the Venatori. That was fantastically done. However, I heard a rumor that there is one more group that has been spending some time here in the plains near that burned down set of villas we saw earlier. It would be delightful if you'd come with me to send them straight to the void." he requested. She nodded. Until the bridge was fixed, it wasn't as if they had anything better to do.

"We'll go right now." she said.

"Where are we going?" Varric asked. Renna grinned.

"We are going to poke a few holes in some Venatori. Would anyone like to join us? If not, just meet back at the Fens camp." she called. Vivienne wrinkled her nose.

"I think I am finished for the day, dear girl. Blackwall, would you be so kind as to escort me back to camp?" she said, her tone relatively snooty. The grizzled warden nodded.

"More noble tits tryin' to stomp on little people? I'm in." Sera said with a wide, crooked smile. Iron Bull grinned fiercely.

"I do love chopping Vints in half." he said. Renna was still confused as to how that man could say something like that so nonchalantly.

"I think I'm gonna sit this one out, Freckles. Bianca needs a rest." Varric said. Renna arched an eyebrow at him. She knew that he just wanted to follow Vivienne and Blackwall to see if they would give him more fodder for his stories. The things she had heard about herself and Cullen caused all the blood in her body to rush to her face just by thinking about them. She tried to think of something else as she felt her cheeks redden.

"All right, Varric. We'll see you all later." she said turning with her group and heading off to find the Venatori mages. It was quiet for a time. Well, not quiet, as Sera was loudly exclaiming at practically everything she saw.

"Did you know we're actually related, Inquisitor?" Dorian suddenly asked. She arched an eyebrow at him.

"Is that so?" she replied. He nodded.

"Not...first cousins, or anything like that. Can you imagine? You're a Trevelyan, however, and somewhere in the dank nethers of my family tree, there was also a Trevelyan. Perhaps he was even the one who ventured to Ostwick, to establish the branch! We are talking long ago of course." he explained. Renna laughed.

"Did you just pull that out of your ass? You happen to know that off the top of your head?" she asked through her laughter. Dorian shrugged.

"Not the top. Maybe the lower-middle, thereabouts. Bloodlines are serious business in Tevinter." he bantered.

"You're taught lessons? Do they also give you large exams?" she joked. He grinned.

"By strict nannies. I heard your family mentioned, and I had to go through all the old mnemonics, but yes. There it is." he finished. She chuckled.

"Umm...yay?" she asked. He clapped happily.

"Indeed! Yay!" he cheered. He looked her up and down. "I knew there was a reason we looked so much alike." he teased. She laughed even harder. She had more physical characteristics in common with Iron Bull than with Dorian. She was pale where he was dark, his hair was black where hers was red. His eyes were a gray-green while hers were a blue-violet. He was tall and she was average.

"We are both incredibly good looking." she replied.

"Very true." he answered. She frowned.

"I'd rather we weren't related. It might make flirting awkward." she said in mock despair. He winked at her.

"Depends on which branch of the family you come from." he teased. She laughed again. "Regardless, I think we're still good to go. By at least three ages." he added with a knowing smile. He knew that she knew where his...affections were directed, even though she had never told him. That was what made it so much fun. He was easily becoming one of her best friends.

"Well, thank the Maker for small miracles." she joked. He laughed heartily.

"Indeed, darling." he replied.

"Will you two shut it? There's a pack of sparkle fingers up ahead if you hadn't noticed." Sera pointed out. Renna turned her attention forward, where the Venatori camp could be easily seen. She drew her daggers, violet eyes focused on the enemies. As the mages lashed out with their power, she found herself wishing that someone with them had Templar abilities. She ducked under a wave of flame and rolled out of the way, pulling her limbs tight to her body. She gasped as she hid behind a rock. These Venatori were ruthless. She heard a whistle on the other side of the rock before feeling a surge of cold. She shivered and jumped to her feet, hurtling over the stone and jabbing her daggers into the distracted mage. He fell with a gurgle, and Dorian shot her a wink. He always whistled for her when her foes were distracted enough. Soon enough, the Venatori were slain, lying in puddles of their own blood.

"Well, thank you for the assistance once again, cousin." he teased. She laughed.

"Any time." she replied. "Let's get back to camp." she decided, heading back over the charred plains with satisfaction.