Oblivious, Varric and Solas are discussing other matters, but I notice the pity look in Solas eyes towards Varric. However, I turn back to the approaching footsteps and sense of being watched in the air. Tense I stand up, eyeing the now empty centre of Val Royeaux, the market empty of merchandise, empty of the civilians and silenced of the yells of merchants trying to gain customers by attracting their attention to their waves. Nervous, I draw my blade.

"Something up Fox?" I hear Varric's tone both playful but serious as my eyes narrow, looking intently at the dimly lit alleyways only lit subtly by the faint glow of candlelight.

"Reveal yourself," I order in an authority tone as we take a step back at the sudden burst of smoke, the heavy veil of blackness, reminding me of the dust of coal, thins out revealing from underneath the veil of night and shadows, a familiar clothes of green, a scout, kneeling down before me.

"Excuse me," a scout approaches me as I look up at the night sky, the moon shines down upon us, emitting a heavenly glow lighting up our features as we all decide to take a break, I'm calmly sat on the fountain as Cassandra and Evelyn talk, trying to find a place for us to rest for the night before we head back to Haven, but the inns are quite expensive, so it's taken longer than needed to find a cheaper place to rest. My ears listen to the gentle trickle of water pouring out of the fountain however the sound of soft spy like footsteps alert me.

"Forgive me lady Fennic. Lady Josephine needed to have this quickly before you fled and retuned back to Haven," the scout reports. "Stand," I order as the scout nods and takes out from her bag, a letter, a parchment, an invitation. Easily, I take the thin letter from her brown leather gloves and inspect it, my iron gauntlets rubs slightly against the dry, thin yet elegant looking parchment as I open it.

You are cordially invited to attend my salon held at the chateau of Duke Bastien De Ghislain.

Yours

Vivenniene De Fer.

First enchanter of Montsimmard

Enchanter To The Imperial Court

"Enchanter? This looks like it's up Bookworms alley," Varric notes making Solas and I both nod.

"Madam Josephine thought it would be wise to attend to gain influence from Madam De Fer to help with the cause," the scout bows her head. "I see you have our gratitude, thank you," I bow my head grateful as she merely nods.

"Hey guys bad news…" We hear the sad sigh of Evelyn and turn to the glum girl, slouched, bags beginning to show underneath her eyes as she pouts while Cassandra growls, brow furrowed and eye twitching in annoyance.

"We could only afford one inn but then a certain Seeker had to punch a table," Evelyn pouts pointing to Cassandra making us raise a brow.

"Those woman were talking behind my back about my accent just because I couldn't say… squirrel," Cassandra explains grumpily, causing Varric and I to stifle a giggle at her accent, only to flinch back from the venomous glare.

"But you didn't need to scare those woman off by barking at them and then punching a table, you could have spoken to them," Evelyn argues silencing the fuming Cassandra.

"Why were you talking about a squirrel?" Varric frowns with me puzzled, hiding his smirk behind his gloved hand.

"Well…" Evelynn smiles nervously.

Humming, Evelyn wanders into the inn, ignoring the eyes on her as Cassandra trails behind, calmly eyeing the women loudly gossiping about the pair.

Isn't that the Herald?

I hear she's an abomination!

Oh what has the world gone too!

Annoyed, Cassandra scowls at the chattering women who notice her and scowl but Cassandra remained unfazed as the two blathering women back down as Evelynn speaks, negotiating with an inn keeper for a room for her friends for the night, however as the inn keeper is suddenly called to the private rooms, for the rich and wealthy tourists. Evelyn's eyes widen in amazement when she spots a brown bundle of fur outside, on a tree branch.

"Cassandra, look a squirrel!" Evelyn gushes, her eyes sparkling in amazement of the creature. Wistfully, she reaches out, her gloved hand towards the squirrel, ignoring the giggles sent at the girl.

"Is she braindead?"

"How childish is she?"

"She is meant to save us from the breach?"

Frowning, Cassandra approaches Evelyn gently removing her hand from the window.

"You can see the squirrel later," Cassandra reasons gently only to hear a loud snobbish laughter from the woman before. Annoyed, Cassandra turns to glare at the laughing pair and turns to a snickering Evelyn.

"What?" She barks for an answer but only receives chuckling from the pair, further fuelling her anger as her blood boils all of a sudden, the boiling blood takes over as she raises her fist demanding answers-

'CRUSH!'

"Cass no!" Evelyn gasps as all eyes turn to the furious inn keeper shouting at them to leave, leaving the once study wooden table now split in two like an earthquake…

3rd person:

"People say I have a temper," Fen smirks confidently.

"Too soon," Cassandra grumbles only bringing Fen's smirk higher.

"So looks like we should head back to Haven. But what did we miss?" She raises a brow at the parchment Fen shows her. "Read it, she's an enchanter do you know her? Josephine recommended meeting her for influence," Fen explains simply making Evelyn nod.

Evelyn pov:

Vivienne? Wow. I haven't heard that name since I was a little girl, she's an enchanter now huh, Lydia did often praise her, saying she was both ambitious but cunning, like a snake or a two bladed sword, a good friend but also your worst enemy in the ballroom. So Josephine thinks she could help. I could see why besides it would be nice to meet a fellow circle mage again, at least one that doesn't bow to me and treat me like some God or deity…

"Well, we need a place for the night, perhaps Vivienne can offer one if things go well," I offer as the others merely nod and comply as we head to the party.