A/N - Regarding his wife's grave in the previous chapter, I forgot to make a slight edit as someone did correct me on a chapter beforehand about the fact bodies are not buried but burned. Obviously, her body isn't there due to people being burned upon death in Thedas, so we'll say it's a jar of her ashes that was interred so Uhtred could at least have a marker of remembrance.

Iron Bull and his Chargers made themselves at home, pitching tents close to the others, but they seemed happier watching Inquisition soldiers training rather than doing any themselves. Evelyn introduced herself quickly as that was who they were most interested in meeting, Bull introducing all his mercenaries, the only one proving sceptical of the whole lot being Cassandra. She appreciated the help but wondered if paying for their services would end up proving any worth to the Inquisition.

The next Council meeting, as that was the informal name we were giving our meetings now, ended up in probably our biggest argument yet. Evelyn and I were all for meeting the mages. We still hadn't managed to agree any contact with them, but I was adamant that it was going to take magic to seal the Breach entirely, and after what happened in Kirkwall, I was in no way inclined to work alongside nor trust the templars. Cullen argued for the templars. I knew he was no longer part of their organisation, and one or two of his arguments may have been sound. But he should have known I would have told him to fuck off with that opinion. He didn't like it, and I think it was the first time we nearly came to blows, only backing off because we knew there was no chance of our opinions changing, so leaving it to others to agree.

Cassandra sided with Cullen more than myself, as although she trusted a singular mage, like Evelyn and even Solas to a point, she wasn't sure about trusting the mages as a group. Leliana tried to offer a balanced viewpoint, though I knew personally that she would rather approach the mages than templars. After being told of what happened in Val Royeaux, her opinion on the whole Templar Order nearly matched mine. Josephine was still trying to open diplomatic channels regarding contact with the mages, but Grand Enchanter Fiona, who was practically their unelected leader or spokeswoman, was not inclined to talk to us.

I felt rather proud that, in the end, Evelyn put her foot down, stating we would meet the mages when the time came. I readily agreed, glaring around the table, daring them to continue the argument. Cullen didn't look happy but when he met my eyes, he took a few moments before nodding. Considering they'd wanted me to be the voice of reason, and now Evelyn was marked, we weren't exactly in charge but our voice carried weight, particularly if we agreed.

Leliana also had more information for us. "I have received further word of a man dressed in Grey Warden, going by the name of Blackwall, in the Hinterlands region. Are you aware of what's happened to the Wardens?"

"No," I replied, wondering what she was going to tell me next.

"They've disappeared, Uhtred. Nearly all of them. The Grey Wardens of Ferelden disappeared months ago. When I tried contacting the faction in Orlais, there was no sign of them either. I've had agents combing the countryside for them but nothing so far."

"Months ago? Is Aedan aware? He didn't mention anything."

"I don't believe King Aedan has anything to do with Grey Warden matters. He made sure the crown and Wardens were completely separate. But Alistair has disappeared, as have most Wardens based in Vigil's Keep and Soldier's Peak."

"Brosca?"

"She's disappeared as well, either with Alistair, or with all the other Wardens."

"How the hell did I not…" I paused, realising I'd disappeared for months, and news was still only spreading about the various calamities taking place across Thedas. "Did Alistair disappear alone or with the Wardens?"

"No idea," Leliana replied, "Are you aware I kept in touch with Loghain?"

"No," I replied with caution.

"I kept him as a contact, Uhtred. He worked in Orlais but he was still loyal to Ferelden, and he was a useful agent within the Wardens. He's gone quiet too. They all have. It is most concerning."

"Are you suggesting I go looking for them?"

"No," Cullen replied, "This is just for your information, Uhtred. Right now, we've agreed that contacting Warden Blackwall and bringing him here would be of benefit to us. Perhaps he will have information in regards to the Wardens, where they have gone, what they are up to."

"Okay, guess I'll head out and find him then."

"I'll be honest, Uhtred. We have questions for him," Leliana added, "Why is he working alone and the rest have disappeared? And why has Aedan remained as he is still, technically at least, a Grey Warden?"

"Well, I remember what Duncan told me. He would usually travel alone, trying to recruit. I don't think it's that unusual. Though, I guess considering the circumstances, it does raise questions."

"After recruiting this Warden, it will be time to return to Val Royeaux," Josephine added, "Madame de Fer's soiree takes place in a matter of days."

Agreeing to leave the next morning, we kept ourselves busy all day. I ended up spending most of my time with Cullen and Cassandra, drilling the soldiers. More recruits were arriving every day. Some had been soldiers at one time or another. Many were farmers, labourers or those just wanting to be part of something meaningful. They came from Ferelden, Orlais, the Free Marches. Word of the Inquisition had apparently spread like wildfire.

Most could hold a sword and shield but when it came to actually wielding either, they were hopeless. It was going to take a lot of training, which I understood, but I'll admit I was glad Cullen would be in charge for most of it. I simply wouldn't have the patience to deal with it. That didn't stop Cullen asking me for any ideas, as I'd been on the front lines for long enough.

"The only tactic I can think of that isn't native to this world is the shield wall."

"Well, I can imagine what it is but why don't you show us?"

So that's what I did, spending a few hours explaining the idea then having the recruits try it out. They were eager to learn, at least, putting them through various scenarios as I split them into two group, one being the wall, the other being the attacking force. Cullen and Cassandra watched on and I liked to think they learned a thing or two as well.

"These tactics work where you're from?" Cassandra wondered.

"Sometimes. If you're going up against a bunch of mages, not particularly. But being a Nord, we don't really like to nor use magic often. We prefer to settle our differences with swords, axes, maces, fists, knees, heads. A lot of Nords think magic is for pussies, those who can't really fight."

"You appreciate it though," Evelyn stated. I hadn't seen her approach.

"Always have, even when I was back in Skyrim. Everyone is capable of magic, we are all born with the gift, but only those who care will use it. The elves were always better mages. It came naturally to them. People like us had to work hard to develop any useful skills."

"But you can't or never used magic here?" she asked.

"No. I've tried one or two spells I remember but, no, I can't use magic here. Considering what life was like for mages before shit hit the fan, I'm glad I couldn't."

Heading back inside when night started to fall, there was already a small group of us that seemed to share breakfast and dinner, at the very least. Leliana, Cullen and Josephine would join myself, Evelyn, Cassandra, Varric and Sera. Solas kept to himself, no real surprise, while I figured Iron Bull would spend more time with his Chargers than anyone else. There was a tavern in Haven, though, and I'd already spent a few hours in there, chatting away with the recruits. They seemed to appreciate the fact I'd join them for a tankard or two. The Herald was building her reputation as the prophet of Andraste. It appeared I already had a reputation.

Knowing we had to depart early the next morning, I wasn't really expecting any company that evening, certainly not anyone who would be joining me the next day. So when Evelyn knocked on the door and wandered in, I was left wondering what she wanted. The first thing she did was hug me, which was nice and all… I think she was already growing attached. I'll admit that I felt the same way too.

"Barely known you a few days yet already missed your presence next to me," she said softly, before looking up, "Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?"

"That you'd fight for and protect me."

"Of course. I think you're vital to this whole thing, Evelyn."

"Any other reason?"

I paused, wondering what she could have meant. Then I looked down and I could see exactly what she was asking. "Ah… Have you heard… stories, Evelyn?" She blushed and nodded, so I sat her down on a chair, not my bed, grabbing another chair and sitting in front of her. "That was a long time ago, Evelyn. A long time ago now. You obviously know I'm with Leliana, right?"

"Yes, I do. Everyone does."

"But are you thinking I am attracted to you as well?"

"Yes. That's why I wanted to talk to you." She paused before adding, "I have a feeling I'm going to feel like an idiot soon."

"No, you're not an idiot." That made her look at me, definitely curious. I couldn't help chuckle as I added, "To be honest, Leliana and I have been discussing this lately. I was surprised when she raised the topic, but she's seen how I've been around you."

I noticed her cheeks colour very quickly. "Oh… oh…" she whispered, now unable to meet my eyes.

I placed a finger under her chin and lifted her eyes to mine. "Evelyn, I find being blunt works most of the time. You know I'm with Leliana but you are interested in me?" I don't think she trusted her voice, so made do with nodding. Rather eagerly. I felt the smile tug at my lips. "That interest is definitely returned. I mean, cute redhead with green eyes and a tight little body. I'd be stupid not to find some attraction." She definitely blushed at that, though couldn't turn away as I ensured she couldn't. "But nothing can happen yet."

"Yet?" she asked, again curious.

"Yet. I won't be with anyone else until Leliana and I have been intimate. I will tell you in confidence that we are taking our time re-connecting. We re-established our relationship in Kirkwall, but we are reconnecting right now in every way including the physical, but haven't taken that final step yet."

"And once you have?" she asked, her voice no more than a whisper.

"If you were to come to my door, I wouldn't send you away." I took her hands in mine. "Evie," that made her smile, "Yes, I have a nickname for you. Evie, please think about this. Getting involved in this sort of relationship isn't for everyone. Leliana and I have done it before. We enjoyed it, that's why we're willing to do it again. There is an attraction between you and me, I'm not blind. But I assure you it won't just be physical between us. I already care for you a great deal, I'm sure you've noticed that too. My role is to protect you, and you can rest assured that no-one will touch a hair on your head.

"At least someone cares," she said quietly.

"Sometimes I think I care too much about a lot of people. But that's just me."

"I'm glad you do. Will you want me to join you tomorrow?"

I couldn't help smile at how eager she sounded, willing to go out on the road whenever possible. She knew how important it was to be seen. "Of course. Talented mage like yourself, I could always use your help."

"I'll be ready to go in the morning then."

I let go of her hands as she stood up, escorting her to the door. Then she turned around before I opened it. "Can I be honest about something, Uhtred?"

"Of course. I prefer it when people are."

"You should be in charge of all this. You are the Dragonborn. You are still remembered as one of the Heroes of Ferelden. Most still consider you the Defender of Kirkwall, despite that title being stripped after what happened. You are still Defender of the Magi. Mages as a whole adore you for what you did in Kirkwall. Enemies fear your name. People will sing it when you save them. The only reason I'm important is because of my mark. I'm honest enough to admit that. If I didn't have it, I probably wouldn't even be involved in all this."

I chewed on that before I pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her. "I think you have all the potential in the world, Evie. You are already proving to be a remarkable young woman, and we are still in the early days of all this. You feel unsure now, of course. I felt the same when I was told I was the Dragonborn. How could I be worthy of such a gift? All you must do now is prove you are worthy, and you can do that by leading this Inquisition."

"We'll see. As long as you don't go anywhere, though."

"I'm not planning on going anywhere."

That made her smile. "Good." Then she hugged me, and I held her tight in return, kissing the top of her head. "Uhtred, can I admit something?"

"Sure."

"I feel a little embarrassed but also a little relieved too." She paused before adding, "Having to wait won't be a lot of fun." I looked down as she leaned back a little and smiled. "I was thinking maybe showing a bit of skin…"

"I am sometimes a very simple man, Evie. Might have worked!" That made her giggle as I leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Have you been with a man before?" I asked quietly.

"Yes," she whispered, "But… no-one like you. They were similar age to me. Mages. Inexperienced just like myself."

"The age difference doesn't bother you?"

"Uhtred, can I put this simply?"

"I like simple."

"I just want to fuck you. Or you fuck me. That day you walked into the prison, looking all… you. That's why I was so tongue-tied. My first thought was 'Wow!' My second thought was 'I wonder what he looks like without a shirt on'."

"Lot of scars nowadays." I leaned down again. "Now I'm wondering what you look like out of those robes?"

"Hopefully you won't have to wait too long."

"I apologise now if I'm rather eager when it does."

"Okay." She took a deep breath. "See you in the morning?"

"Aye. Breakfast then we head off."

Leliana appeared a little later. When I simply pulled her forward and held her tight, she didn't ask what was on my mind, seeming to realise that, then and there, I just needed her comfort. We must have hugged for ages before she leaned back slightly and simply caressed my cheek. "I love you," she whispered. For once, it was I that simply needed her next to me. Sliding under the covers, she lay on her side facing me, continuing to stroke my face. "I know," she said quietly, "I still feel the same way."

I grabbed her hand and kissed it. "The gods were kind when they gave me you, Leliana."

"They have also been cruel to us both. To you more than most it seems."

"They have their plan for me. I cannot argue. But you came into my life, so I will always be thankful to them." I paused before adding, "Evelyn came by earlier."

"I know. She talked to me about you for a long time. I may have offered one or two subtle suggestions."

"I figured. I told her she'll have to be patient for I think obvious reasons."

"And after that?"

"Well, I do wonder if she'd be interested in joining both of us?"

"Corrupt the Herald of Andraste? Uhtred Dragonborn… that is a very wicked idea. I am a Chantry sister."

"Aye. And that Chantry sister is currently lying next to me in little more than her underwear, and she's going to find herself out of her underwear soon enough."

"Oh, does the Dragonborn have plans for me?"

I ran a hand down her body towards her panties, feeling her legs part as I slid my hand further down. The fact she was already wet wasn't a real surprise. Sometimes, she was turned on just being near me. Like myself. As I told her, the day I didn't get hard around her, I might as well just chop the damned thing off.

She ended up naked, of course, practically ripping off her panties, while she took off her bra, my mouth and fingers all over her body. I teased her relentlessly until she was begging me to make her finally orgasm. Once I did that one time, more would follow, of course, as I loved to make her cum constantly. I think she almost gave into temptation, wanting me to bury my cock inside her, but she made do with simply returning the favour, ending up with her above me, lying in a manner where she could blow me and I could continue eating her out.

She had cuddled into me and I fell asleep rather quickly for once. We both slept with grins on our faces that night and feeling very satisfied. And myself very empty as she had always been very talented at swallowing my length. Leliana calmed me better than anyone, proof if needed that I was a barbarian, calmed by the beauty. I'm sure Varric has written something similar.

Preparing our horses for departure the next morning, Leliana and Cullen joined us to give some last minute advice and information. I remembered reading news that Teagan was now the Arl of Redcliffe, so that would work in our favour, as although I hadn't seen him in a decade, he should remember me and hopefully that would help regarding getting Redcliffe itself to support the Inquisition. Leliana just asked all of us to keep an ear to the ground in regards to any prospective agents. She had plenty of scouts already across Ferelden and Orlais, but we needed agents, or effectively spies, to help lay the groundwork for our possible, if not eventual arrival.

Our entire group headed out, as I always thought it rather pointless to leave people behind. Seeing Iron Bull on the back of a horse was rather amusing, considering his size, so we suggested finding a larger mount for him in the future. Otherwise, we mostly rode single file down the mountain until we reached the relatively flat lands of the hinterlands.

Evelyn and I led from the front, chatting away about anything and everything, to be honest. I told her no topic was off limits, as if we were going to work together closely, we needed to know as much about each other as possible. No secrets. I heard Sera already teasing Solas, as I'd already heard her mention something about not liking 'elfy elfs', whatever that meant. Bull watched our rear, with Cassandra in front of him, Varric to her side. Despite appearances, I think Cassandra at least found Varric amusing though perhaps annoying too.

The hinterlands were enormous so we stopped a couple of times, asking where the Warden might possibly be. We were eventually pointed in the direction of a lake and a small settlement on its shore. Tying our horses to a fence, we approached a small group of men, one clearly in the uniform of a Grey Warden, who appeared to be giving the rest instructions.

Evelyn gestured I should approach first, I guess because of my previous relationship to the Wardens. To be honest, I'd had little to do with the Wardens since rescuing Nathaniel and Bethany from the Deep Roads. The last time I'd seen any Wardens had been the day I'd fled Kirkwall.

When the Warden grew quiet, I stepped forward. "Blackwall? Warden Blackwall?"

He turned and strode towards me, a look in his eyes that suggested anger, surprise, and a little concern. His face was covered a large, black beard, and his voice was gruff. "You're not… How do you know my name? Who sent…" Before anyone of us had noticed, an arrow slammed into his shield. I glanced around, noticing my colleagues arm themselves, looking the other way to see a large group of bandits appear through the tree line. "That's it, help or get out. We're dealing with these idiots first!"

Turning towards the others, he raised his sword and urged them forward. For people who were probably little more than farmers, they certainly threw themselves into the action. I charged forward, my colleagues swarming forward as well. The bandits didn't stand a chance, not with the mages dealing damage, while I got up close and personal as always, looking for their leader. Once I had him in my sights, I took him down in half a dozen strikes, and with him down, the rest broke. Arrows may have been fired into the backs of those running away. I think one or two perhaps escaped, but I doubted they'd ever be back. The skirmish has lasted no longer than a couple of minutes.

Blackwall turned back to the farmers, some covered in blood, their eyes wide with adrenaline. "Good work, conscripts, even if this shouldn't have happened. They could've… Well, thieves are made, not born. Take back what they stole. Go back to your families. You saved yourselves."

After a round of handshakes, noticing doors of the homesteads open around us, small children running out, worried wives and partners following quickly behind, Evelyn and I approached Blackwall. He once again looked at us with caution. I guess I could understand why he'd be curious, at least. "You're no farmer. Why do you know my name? Who are you?"

"I know you're name because I'm an agent of the Inquisition. We're investigating whether the disappearance of the Wardens has anything to do with the murder of the Divine."

"Inquisition? That makes you…" He looked at Evelyn. "You're the Herald. Even I've heard about that." Looking back at me, he added, "So you are?"

"The Dragonborn."

"Ah, yes, heard stories about you too." He looked around, eventually leaning against a tree. "The Wardens and the Divine? That can't… No, you're asking, so you don't really know. First off, I didn't know they disappeared. But we do that, right? No more Blight, job done. Wardens are the first thing forgotten. But one thing I'll tell you: no Warden killed the Divine. Our purpose isn't political."

"We're not here to accuse," Evelyn stated, "Not yet. We just need information. We've only found you. Where are the rest?"

He shrugged. "I haven't seen any Wardens for months. I travel alone, recruiting. Not much interest because the Archdemon is a decade dead, and no need to conscript because there's no Blight coming. Treaties give Wardens the right to take what we need, who we need. These idiots," he gestured at the dead bodies, "Forced this fight, so I 'conscripted' their victims. They had to do what I said, so I told them to stand. Next time they won't need me. Grey Wardens can inspire, make you better than you think you are."

Everything he'd stated seemed reasonable enough. Grey Wardens were not meant to be political, despite the King of Ferelden being one. That was more circumstance. The Wardens were generally forgotten, hard to forget recent history when they were kicked out of Ferelden. And Duncan had often travelled alone from the stories he had once shared. Nothing Blackwall had told us seemed unusual. In fact, he seemed to be doing some good, going around, helping those who couldn't help themselves. The farmers around us would be able to defend against the next bandit attack.

But, in the end, he couldn't really tell us anything. He had no idea where the Wardens had gone, and he couldn't really tell us why he hadn't joined them. I thought that was unusual, but as I wasn't a Warden, and hadn't really much to do with them in years, we thanked him for his help, but figured it was a lost cause for now. We'd have to try something else, though I wasn't going to suggest we go all the way to Weisshaupt to find out what.

As we were preparing to leave, he strode towards us, looking determined. Evelyn and I shared a glance and smiled. We both knew what was coming. "Dragonborn, wait… The Divine is dead, and the sky is torn. Events like these, thinking we're absent is almost as bad as thinking we're involved. If you're trying to put thing right, maybe you need a Warden. Maybe you need me."

I shared another glance with Evelyn. "We need all the help we can get, Blackwall, but what can one Grey Warden do?" Evelyn asked.

"Save the fucking world, if pressed." He cleared his throat. My mind was already made up regardless. "Look, maybe fighting demons from the sky isn't something I'm practiced at, but show me someone who is."

"Warden makes a good point," Varric stated.

"And like I said, there are treaties. Maybe this isn't a Blight, but it's bloody well a disaster. Some will honour them. Being a Warden means something to a lot of people."

I glanced around. Everyone indicated they agreed with his recruitment. Evelyn offered her hand first. "Warden Blackwall, welcome to the Inquisition."

Shaking my hand next, he added, "Good to hear. We both need to know what's going on, and perhaps I've been keeping to myself for too long." He came to attention. "This Warden walks with the Inquisition."

Job done, another recruit, we mounted our horses and headed straight back to Haven.

I convinced Leliana to accompany Evelyn and I to this soiree hosted by Madame de Fer. She knew why. I would be completely out of my depth at once of these events. I'd had nothing to do with Orlesian nobility while on Thedas. And Kirkwall nobility, well, I think that was a different kettle of fish compared to what I'd find in Orlais. As she relented, Josephine found herself invited too. Evelyn was immediately nervous, suggesting she would be out of her depth. I put her mind at ease by saying, "You have met me, right? The one they called the heathen or the barbarian?" She smiled at that. "Exactly. If you think you are out of your depth, I simply won't fit in."

"Should we invite Cassandra as well?" I wondered, "She is the leader of this whole thing." I received three looks from them that suggested I was an idiot. "What? She won't fit in?"

"No, not that," Leliana replied, though didn't add anything else.

"Though the Seeker doesn't have the patience for these type of events," Josephine added, "So no, it will just be the four of us, Dragonborn."

"Fair enough. I assume you have clothing picked out for me already?"

"You will look devilishly handsome, Uhtred."

"I'll make sure I have a good wash first."

"I may join you for that."

Evelyn blushed, unable to stop giggling. Leliana was slowly but surely letting slip, deliberately, our relationship in front of the close circle we had built. Josephine smiled as I think Leliana had spoken at length about our relationship. And, to be honest, it was an open secret, but little deliberate slips were being made. I figured, by the end, I'd just pin her over the table, rip off her panties, and just fuck her senseless. Part of me was left thinking she'd enjoy it. The other part left me thinking she'd enjoy it, then haul my arse over hot coals for it.

Definitely worth it either way.

We departed on horseback the next day, riding as far as Val Royeaux, where we would stay in accommodation before taking a carriage to the Ghislain Estate. It was the usual two-day ride, and at least the main roads seemed to be safe, as it was the second time we'd headed west in the past couple of weeks and we'd not been stopped by any bandits or highwaymen wishing to do us harm.

Josephine had organised a rather grand house for us to stay in, admitting it had been confiscated by the Inquisition for reasons I didn't really need to know, but it would provide a base for any agents, or for us, if we were ever in the city. The soiree would be taking place in the evening, so after soaking in a hot bath, where Leliana kept her word and joined me, and I enjoyed doing thing to her that resulted in a lot of the water ending up on the floor, and leaving her with very red cheeks, I dressed in preparation for the event. At least she picked out dark colours for me this time. Black trousers and a dark blue shirt. I wore an Inquisition emblem on my chest, and I still wore my Talos medallion, though I usually kept that hidden. Leliana was simply gorgeous in the black dress she chose to wear, while Josephine was rather demure in the dress she wore. Evelyn was an absolute knock-out, sure to turn heads. "I might have to provide a distraction when this inevitably goes wrong," she said.

"Oh ye of little faith," I said.

"How often do these things go wrong, Uhtred?"

I glanced at Leliana. "The Herald does have a point," she said.

"Should I be taking a weapon with me?"

"I'd take your sword. You are the Dragonborn, after all. Everyone knows you as a warrior."

"Just let me wear my armour then," I muttered.

"You look very handsome, love. Evelyn will make men's head turn; all the women will be looking at you."

"Okay, everyone ready? Carriage is probably waiting outside."

It took a couple of hours to travel from the city to the estate. It was enormous, not quite a fortress but the chateau in the centre was utterly gorgeous. There was a wall around the estate, though it wasn't what I would call a fort. Inside, there was a large garden which bloomed with colour. The courtyard was empty, suggesting the party was taking place inside.

Our presence was expected and, after checking the invitation, we were allowed inside. Having never been to one of these events before, the first thing I did upon entering the building was look around and gawp. It was utterly gorgeous, a real sign of wealth and power. "Close your mouth, Uhtred," Leliana whispered.

"Sorry, it's just utterly…"

I heard her giggle as I closed my mouth and headed into the foyer. It was only then that I noticed someone standing nearby with a piece of paper. It was only then that I understood what was about to happen.

"Lord Dragonborn of Skyrim. Veteran of the Fight Blight. Defender of the Magi. Representing the Inquisition."

"Skyrim?" I asked Leliana.

"That is where you are from, yes. I have made sure that people will recognise where you are from. It had led to questions."

"Lady Josephine Cherette Montilyet of Antiva City, Ambassador of the Inquisition. Lady Evelyn Trevelyan of Ostwick. The Herald of Andraste. Representative of the Inquisition. Lady Leliana, Nightingale of the Imperial Court. Veteran of the Fifth Blight. Seneschal of the Inquisition and Left Hand of the Divine."

"Well, that was quite the introduction," I stated, "And why am I a lord again?" I asked Leliana.

"Uhtred, you will soon realise that you are as much the face of this Inquisition as anyone. Deal with it."

I sighed as I located where the food and drink was. I figured this was going to be a rather dull affair, so figured stuffing myself with Orlesian food was a good idea. If there was one thing Orlesian's could do, it was cook. I definitely put on weight during the six or so months Leliana and I had lived together at her villa.

I'd barely managed to put three things on my plate when there was a voice beside me. "A pleasure, ser." I turned to see a man with a mask on his face, no surprise as I knew it was something they did in Orlais. He was also dressed in the sort of finery I hated myself. But to each their own. "We so rarely have a chance to meet anyone new. It is always the same crowd at these parties. So you must be a guest of Madame de Fer. Or are you here for Duke Bastien?"

"Are you here on business?" the woman beside him asked, I assumed his wife or partner. Her clothing was even more ridiculous. I gave Leliana a glance that suggested I was glad she'd gone with something simple though elegant. "I have heard the most curious tales of you, Lord Dragonborn. I cannot imagine half of them are true."

I was ready to continue the conversation, as the pair were exceedingly polite, and even seemed rather pleased to meet me. I thought my name would have been mud, but I glanced to see Evelyn, Josephine and Leliana conversing with others, so I guess we were expected. Of course, I knew our arrival would cause a stir so I knew someone would react negatively.

"The Inquisition! What a load of pig shit!"

I glanced at the nearby stairway to see a gentleman walking down, face covered, hood up, though his clothing was similar to that of other men around me. I turned and took a couple of steps away from my new friends. "Excuse me, I believe I'll have to attend to this."

He stepped down so he was level than me, though I smirked when I realised that he was nowhere near my size. A case of his bark will be louder than his bite. "Washed-up sisters and crazed Seekers? No-one can take them seriously. Everyone knows it's just an excuse for a bunch of political outcasts to grab power." He strode past me until he was in the centre of the floor, no doubt wanting to cause a scene.

I glanced to see Leliana, Josephine and Evelyn watching, no doubt hoping I didn't just unsheathe and strike the idiot down. "Look, all we're trying to do is seal the Breach and find whoever killed the Divine. Restoring order would be an added bonus considering everything is a mess."

He snorted. "Of course you are. I'm sure your army is out scouring the hills for her murderer as we speak." He then stepped forward, and that's when I did choose to lower my head. If this fool wanted a fight, then fair enough. Orlesian customs be damned. I'll show them how we partied in Skyrim. "We know what your 'Inquisition' is. If you were a man of honour, you'd step outside and answer the charges."

I laughed in his face, which immediately angered him, as he reached back for his sword. I was just about ready to unsheathe myself when he froze in place, stepping back a he was soon frozen in place. I glanced at Evelyn, but she shrugged before I followed where Leliana was looking. At the top of another stairway stood a dark-skinned woman, who slowly walked down the stairs, graceful and definitely in charge. "My dear Marquis, how unkind of you to use such language in my house, to my guests. I think we all watched her descend the stairs, her face covered like all the others, tight clothing like all the others, though hers were gorgeous, refined, a testament of her position I guess. "You should know such rudeness is intolerable."

He might have been frozen in place but he could still speak. "Madame Vivienne, I humbly beg your pardon!"

She kept striding, past the frozen marquis, standing right in front of him. "You should. Whatever am I going to do with you, my dear?" Then she turned to look at me. "My lord, you're the wounded party in this unfortunate affair. What would you have me do with this foolish, foolish man?"

I glanced at Leliana, who shook her head. Evelyn and Josephine did the same thing, so I made do with a shrug. "Madame Vivienne, I simply don't care. Men such as him don't bother me in the slightest. I usually step over them on the way to more dangerous enemies. Do as you wish."

I noticed the slight smile as she turned back to him. "Poor Marquis, issuing challenges and hurling insults like some Ferelden dog lord." She clicked her fingers, immediately unfreezing him. "And all dressed up in your Aunt Solange's doublet. Didn't she give you that to wear to the Grand Tourney? To think, all the brave chevaliers who will be competing left for Markham this morning… and you're still here. Were you hoping to sate your damaged pride by defeating the Dragonborn in a public duel?" The sheer thought of that happening nearly made me laugh. He was young, dumb, and out of his depth, regarding trying to fight me, or match wits with Vivienne. "Or did you think his sword would end the shame of your failure?" The marquis didn't retort in all. In fact, he hung his head in shame. He'd caused himself nothing but embarrassment, and in front of all these people. His name would be mocked for a long time to come, or so I guessed. I'd have to ask Leliana later. "Run along, my dear. Do give my regards to your aunt."

The marquis did the only sensible thing he could do. He turned, walked away and I noticed he left by the front door.

Vivienne turned towards me, definitely giving me a good look up and down before saying anything else. "I'm delighted you could attend this little gathering. I've so wanted to meet you." She glanced at my three companions. "Come, all of you. We should talk in private."

Once we were alone, she introduced herself as Lady Vivienne, First Enchanter of Montsimmard and Enchantress to the Imperial Court. I immediately thought 'powerful and influential'. "So you are the Dragonborn, and that would make the young lady there the Herald of Andraste. Come closer, my dear. Let me get a good look at you." Evelyn stepped to my side, Vivienne giving her the once over too. "I wanted to meet you both face to face. It is important to consider one's connections carefully. With Divine Justinia dead, the Chantry is in shambles, only the Inquisition might restore sanity and order to our frightened people. As the leader of the last loyal mages of Thedas, I feel it only right that I lend my assistance to your cause."

"You say loyal mages. You do know who I am, right?"

"Of course, Dragonborn. Everyone is aware of the events in Kirkwall. But you are or might not be aware of all the events after that. What I can assure you that aside from being a powerful mage myself, I am well versed in the politics of the Orlesian Empire, much like two of your companions. But I know every member of the Imperial Court personally."

"Would you remain here or join us in Haven for now?"

"I will join you in Haven. The Breach must be sealed and only magic can do it."

I glanced at Evelyn. "Well, that proves a certain someone wrong." I looked back at Vivienne, judging my next question. "After all this, will you approve of a return of mages to the Circle?"

"Where else can mages safely learn to master their talents? We need an institution to protect and nurture magic. Maker knows, magic will find neither on its own."

"Who should run these Circles? You're not advocating a return to the old ways?"

"Look at the chaos across Thedas since they broke away from the Chantry."

"Uhtred, if I may?" Leliana asked, no doubt sensing what was likely going to happen any minute. A monumental argument.

"Of course."

"This might be a conversation for another day. What I do know is that Lady Vivienne has access to the Imperial Court, and also had a large, loyal band of mages at her disposal. Despite your own personal feelings, we must do what is right for the Inquisition. Order must be restored."

"Evelyn?" I asked.

"I'll be honest, Uhtred. I didn't always like being in the Circle but I do know I usually felt safe there. And I know many others felt the same. There do need to be changes, what happened in places like Kirkwall must never happen again, but I can see why Lady Vivienne supports their return. But it is a topic for another day."

"It appears the choice is yours, Lord Dragonborn."

"Can you work alongside me considering I was elbow deep in what happened?"

"You did not blow up the chantry and kill hundreds of people, my dear. I believe you are perhaps misguided in your sympathies, but that is my opinion. The only thing that matters right now is the hole in the sky and the restoration of law and order. After that, we can discuss our viewpoints. It is interesting someone such as yourself has taken such action in support of those with magic."

"Thank you for your honesty. Most people wouldn't such things to my face."

"I am well versed in the Game, my dear, but right now, I believe honesty is the best policy."

"Agreed. Thank you for your offer, Lady Vivienne. And I surprise myself when I accept your offer, but I look forward to our discussions later. Welcome to the Inquisition."

"Your honour, my lord. Now, I believe we should return to the party and mingle with the guests. Perhaps one or two of our customs will rub off on you in the end."

Leliana couldn't help herself, giggling quietly as she covered her mouth, Evelyn doing the same thing. We followed Vivienne, where she was soon chatting away with others as I headed straight for the food again, now absolutely ravenous. Leliana stayed by my side all night, I think making sure I didn't drink too much, while Josephine appeared to be an expert at one of these things. Evelyn certainly had interest shown in her because of the mark, and by the end of the night, I think we'd made the right impression.

Before leaving, Vivienne said she would meet us the next morning in Val Royeaux, where we could then return to Haven together. I did ask if she was okay riding on horseback or did she want a carriage. The question made her laugh, at least, assuring me horseback was fine, and she knew about Haven anyway. She was going to have to rough it for a little while.

We were just about to leave the city, heading for the stables, when we were stopped by someone calling out to us. "If I might have a moment of your time?"

I turned around to see an elven woman, who was definitely a mage. The robes gave it away. Vivienne recognised her immediately. "Grand Enchanter Fiona?"

Leliana was immediately concerned, glancing at me first, as I probably had a blank look on my face. "Leader of the mage rebellion, Uhtred," she explained, before I asked, "Is it not dangerous for you to be here?"

"I was made aware of your trips to Val Royeaux, Lord Dragonborn, and I heard word of your invitation to meet with Madame de Fer. I wished to meet the Herald of Andraste, see her with my own eyes." She looked at Evelyn. "This is her?"

"Aye. Evelyn Trevelyan, of Ostwick," she replied.

"Delighted. Now, Lord Dragonborn, I come here with a proposal. If it's help with the Breach you seek, perhaps my people are the wiser option."

"I'm surprised someone of your standing wasn't at the Conclave," I said. I mean, leader of the mage rebellion. The whole point of the thing was to the end the chaos.

"It was convenient you were not that," Vivienne added. No-one missed the suspicion in her tone.

"I was not the only one to survive. I sent a negotiator in my place, in case it was a trap. I won't pretend I'm not glad to live. I lost many dear friends that day. It disgusts me to think the templars will get away with it. I'm hoping you won't let them."

"You think the templars are responsible?" I asked.

"Of course she would!" Vivienne stated, her tone suggesting I was a fool for thinking otherwise.

"I've read what the templars have been saying about us. I have read Seeker Lucius's words about us here in Val Royeaux. He would love nothing more than to turn everyone against us. So yes, I think they did it. More than I think she did it anyway."

"Why would I…" Evelyn stated to ask, then realised it was probably a pointless question.

"Why approach us now?" Leliana asked.

"Because now I've seen and heard what you are. And I've seen the Chantry for what it is. So consider this an invitation to Redcliffe: come meet with the mages. An alliance could help us both, after all." With that, she bowed slightly, turned around, and disappeared back into Val Royeaux.

"Well, that's what we've needed," I stated, "Come, we should head back to Haven and organise our next step. With any luck, the mages will join us and together we can close the Breach for good."