The Wardens packed camp in the morning as another dreary day hindered their progress. They made it to the foot of the mountain as the sun began to set. A lightly trodden trail led up the mountain and the Wardens followed it, hoping to find rooms for the night so they could get out of the rain. A guard stood at the top of the trail and prevented them from passing into the village. "I am afraid there is no admittance into the village at night," the guard held up his hand. "If you have something to trade, I can escort you in the morning."

"We aren't looking to trade. We are searching for a Brother Genitivi. Can we assume this is the village of Haven?" Alistair asked the guard.

"This is Haven, but there is no one here of that name, so you can move along," the guard replied.

"Do you at least have any accommodations you can offer?" Alistair asked as the rain began to worsen.

"You can camp at the base of the mountain if you must," the guard replied bluntly.

"What a warm welcome," Morrigan muttered as they headed back down the trail to find a proper place to camp.

The storm worsened and lowered spirits in the camp as they tried to raise a fire amidst the wind and rain. The party sat huddled around a meager fire, eating whatever they had on hand. Every one went to sleep cold and wet from the weather. As Temene tried to sleep she thought she heard noises outside her tent. She got up for a moment and looked around camp, trying to keep her cloak pulled around her tightly. She could see nothing on the outskirts of camp and returned to her tent soaking wet. She stripped off her wet clothes but could get warm again. She spent the rest of the night shivering and did not sleep much.

She emerged from her tent in the morning in a foul mood. There was still a light drizzle in the air and it only irritated her further. She sat down next to the pitiful fire, where her companions looked like they had also spent a miserable evening in their tents. "Did anyone else hear noise outside last night?" Alistair asked.

"I also heard something slinking outside my tent. There is something very wrong with this village," Morrigan replied.

"I saw nothing out there," Temene replied, rubbing her tired eyes. Her head was aching and she was still shivering from the cold that had sunk into her bones. "We should attempt to trade with them in order to get further into the village. We didn't come this far to be turned away. We need to find out what they are hiding."

They took Bodahn with them as they returned up the trail. Sten remained at camp once again, refusing to do anything that did not involve the darkspawn. A different guard stood watch at the edge of the village. "We are here to trade," Temene said curtly.

"All of you?" the guard looked suspiciously.

"Yes," Temene replied with a firm tone.

The guard begrudgingly led them through the seemingly deserted village towards the small trading shop. The yards and small lanes were void of people and animals. There was an eerie silence that hung throughout the village as they passed. "Where are all the people?" Leliana asked.

The guard said nothing and stood on the step of the trading shop, allowing them to pass. Bodahn began discussing goods with the store owner as the rest of the party milled around the small room. "Are you alright?" Alistair asked to Temene, seeing her holding her head again.

"I didn't sleep last night," she sighed, wondering if they had come all this way for nothing.

"Is there anything I can do?" he replied, stroking her face furtively behind the backs of their companions.

She didn't want to be cross with him, but she wanted nothing more at the moment to be dry, rested, and away from the odd village. "I am fine," she replied coldly, brushing his hand away. She turned to the shop owner and began aggressively questioning him.

"You are sure a Brother Gentivi was never here?" she asked.

"No," the owner replied.

"And you have seen no one from Redcliffe here as well?"

"You are the first visitors that have disturbed our village's peace," he replied, as Cullen began to bark towards the back room.

"Then why would the brother mention this village so intricately? He had to have come here at sometime or another. Did you give him the same regal hospitality that you have shown us?" she raised her voice.

"I think you and your party should be leaving," the owner narrowed his eyes. "You have no trade goods that we require. And take that barking mutt with you."

As the owner attempted to escort them out, Cullen bolted towards the back room. "Come back you vile beast!" the owner yelled, spinning on his heels and chasing after the dog.

"Cullen!" Temene called the dog, following the owner into the back room.

Cullen had climbed onto a small crate and was barking loudly at the owner who was brandishing a spade in his hands. As he swung the head of the spade at Cullen, Temene killed him instantly with a blast of lightning. The owner slumped to the floor as Cullen continued to bark. "Oh, this isn't good," Alistair said, coming up behind Temene. "Why did you kill him?"

"He was going to kill Cullen," Temene replied. "He must have been hiding something back here he didn't want us to find," she added, as Cullen continued to bark at a spot on the floor.

Cullen jumped down and began furiously digging at the stones on the rough floor. Temene stooped down and ran her fingers along the dirt Cullen had dug up from the cracks. It smelled faintly of blood. "I think there was blood here," Temene said, scouring the tightly packed storage room for any other evidence.

They looked around the room, moving and pushing dusty items out of the way. Alistair spied a shield that was suspiciously free of dust and pulled it from the planks of wood that covered it. "Here," he called, looking down at the shield. "This is the crest of Redcliffe," he added, rubbing his hand over the stretched leather.

"A knight from Redcliffe was here and is missing his shield," Temene noted, looking over the notched shield.

"I don't like this at all," Alistair said, setting the shield down.

"The guard at the door has brought others with him," Wynne interrupted them. "They are trying to fight their way inside."

The sound of shouting and banging could be heard from the front room. "What is wrong with this place?" Alistair wondered, returning to the store front and seeing the villagers banging on the door and walls.

The Wardens tried to make the villagers stand down but their demands fell on deaf ears. The villagers were determined to stop the Wardens and ran at them with bare fists. The Wardens had little choice but to fight back and fought their way in the direction of the stream of angered villagers. A small chapel sat against the sheer cliffs of the looming mountain. They hesitated to enter the sacred space but the sound of low prayers drew them inside.

They entered the chantry hall cautiously, the dark hall lit only by a few torches. A man in chantry robes was delivering a quiet sermon to a small group of villagers. "Pay no attention to our unwelcome guests," the priest said quietly to his flock, looking up at them for a moment. "They do not know the glory of our arisen Andraste and will soon be cleansed for their wickedness."

"Where is the knight of Redcliffe that came to this village?" Temene asked loudly. "And why are you attempting to attack us?"

"We are protecting ourselves from your foul intrusion," the priest replied, nodding at his parishioners. They turned to look at the party who stood in front of the door.

"What are you hiding?" Morrigan demanded.

"We answer only to the risen Andraste, who will gladly feast on your bones," the priest yelled, letting forth a blast of energy.

The rouge mage's blast pushed the party against the hard doors as the remaining villagers rushed upon them. They grabbed at the Wardens, hitting him with anything they could find on hand. Alistair tried his best to drain the mage of mana while the others attempted to control the crowd. Temene did her best to stun them, but they fought with unbridled rage.

When the villagers had finally been stopped, the floor of the Chantry was covered with blood. "Why did they make us do it?" Alistair looked down sadly at the the bodies. "They just kept attacking us."

"I can only imagine they were sickened by some illness," Wynne closed her eyes. "Or were protecting something they truly did not want us to find."

As the party stood in quiet pause, they heard the faint sound of someone calling out. "Hello? Is anyone there?" a voice cried out from beyond the stone walls.

"There is someone alive?" Leliana looked around the room. She cocked her ear and tried to listen for the voice again. "Here, it is coming from here," she added, pressing her ear towards the stone wall. "Where are you?" she yelled at the wall. She ran her hands along the stone wall, searching for the hidden room. "These stones feel different," she said, gently tapping on them.

"Let me see," Alistair said, touching the wall. He slid his fingers between the rocks, searching for a hidden seam. "Got it," he said, feeling a small notch in the rocks. He pushed the heavy false door aside, revealing a small hidden room.