We gave ourselves an hour of indulgence, filled with gentle kisses and soft words of encouragement from Cullen. I came close to telling him I loved him multiple times, but I was unsure if he was ready to hear the depths of my feelings for him. I also wrestled with the belief that it would be unfair to tell him that on the cusp of everything that had happened with the clan. I didn't want him to feel obligated to return the sentiment because he knew how much I was hurting; nor did I want the words I wished to say tainted by the circumstances in which I said them.
Instead, I kissed him, clung to him, and buried my face in his neck. I inhaled the scent of him deeply, taking comfort from it - it brought back warm feelings of childhood, the ghost of a forest in the summertime. Warm, heady and masculine with a subtle floral scent to round it out. It tugged at me that the scent combination was familiar beyond it being Cullen's, but I couldn't discern why. The warmth of his skin seeped into mine, so different from the coolness of his hands. That nagged at me too, but whenever I got close to recalling why, it slipped away.

"My darling," Cullen murmured as his hand gently stroked my back. We still sat upon the ground in his tent. He was using his desk as a support for his back, but he still held me cradled against him in his lap. "I'm afraid we must conclude our time."

Hesitating a moment, I pressed a kiss to his jaw - his stubble rough against my lips - before I pulled away from him. His eyes soft and a sad smile on his face, he used his thumbs to wipe away my last few tears. "I suppose you are right." I looked away from him and his hands fell to my shoulders. "I fear I will not be able to sleep, however, and I am...not ready to face an empty, quiet room."

He seemed to consider for a moment. "I have been meaning to check the library under the Chantry. I wanted to see if the books it holds have any information pertinent to your situation, as I told you I would back at the farmland. Forgive me for not making it a priority. I truly did mean to, but -"

"-Cullen, you don't have to apologize," I assured. "You're the Inquisition's Commander. I can hardly expect you to set aside your duties to read books on my behalf." My lips twitched as I looked into his amber eyes. "To kiss me on the other hand..."

He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck before meeting my eyes. "Would you like to go and look now? We could search together?"

"That would be perfect, but are we not then still...being together?" I asked.

"In the Chantry? Doing official research for the Inquisition?" He quirked a brow. "I could have Rylen come along as a chaperone and witness to our...platonic behavior?"

I snorted. "Perhaps we should, but Rylen as a chaperone?"

Cullen's lips twitched. "That was meant to be a joke. Honestly, though, he'll be thrilled."

...

"I swear to the Maker, if I see you two staring longingly at each other one more time, I'm walkin' out of this room," Rylen groaned. "You yanked me out of my cot just so I could say the Herald and the Commander weren't being handsy? Really? Just when I was having the nicest dream too..."

"Jealous?" Cullen chortled as he returned to perusing his book.

We were in the library beneath the Chantry. 'Library' wasn't the correct term, since it only held a few bookcases and two desks, but the books and tomes it held were varied in both content and age. We'd each taken a bookcase, skimming the contents and setting aside books we felt could hold relevant information on dreamer mages and magic in general, but more specifically blood magic.
I wanted to understand what Deshanna had done to me. I knew I could ask Purpose, but I was not ready to stop taking the potion. I would gather information and seek out Solas's advice before I threw myself at the mercy of the Fade and its inhabitants. As we perused the books, Cullen and I would catch each other staring at the other to the increasing irritation of Rylen.

"Of you?" Rylen snorted. "Please, Commander. What have you done? Held hands?"

"And it was the most amorous hand holding I've ever experienced," I purred as I looked at Cullen. He kept his eyes on his book though he wasn't reading as he went red in the face. He couldn't help the boyish grin that formed on his lips.

"Maker, why me?" Rylen beseeched the ceiling.

"Payback for earlier, Captain," I smiled broadly at Rylen.

"And here I thought I made it up to you, my lady," Rylen gave me his best puppy eyes he could muster.

"You did make it up to me, but not to the Commander," I shrugged.

Rylen turned to Cullen and waited until Cullen looked at him, a dark brow quirked as his eyes left his book. "Yes, Rylen?"

"Forgive me, my lord Commander," Rylen gave him a deep, flourishing bow.

Cullen snorted. "Don't oversell it, Rylen, or I'll fear you are insincere."

Rylen straightened, a mischievous grin on his face. "Now, Commander, whatever would give you that impression?"

We spent a few hours going through as much as we could with no success. I wasn't wholly surprised as blood magic was abhorred by the Chantry and dreamers were relatively unknown; but I thought if any Chantry would contain something, it would be this one - given its history with cultists. I let out a deep sigh. "Well, gentlemen, I think we should turn in. I'm sure you both would like to get a little sleep before the morning comes."

"I would, my lady, but I can see the worry on your face," Rylen murmured, his tone serious.

"Indeed," Cullen looked to me. "We shall keep looking."

I stood from the chair I had occupied and shook my head. "No, this is something that can wait. We should get some rest, tomorrow and the next few days will bring much. We can resume our search after we've sealed the Breach. I just...I was hoping we would find something."

They both had worried looks on their faces. Cullen took a step towards me, but he kept himself from reaching out. "Herald," both men said in unison.

"Commander," I nodded to Cullen. "Captain," I nodded to Rylen. "Thank you for your help."

We made our way out of the Chantry, walking in silence towards Haven's gates. Rylen continued on as Cullen paused. I took a backwards step towards Ellana's cabin. "I'll see you in the morning?" I quirked a brow as I met his eyes. I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, but I couldn't.

Cullen's eyes searched mine, several thoughts playing out in his gaze as his lips were pursed. "In the morning," he murmured. Giving a slight bow, he turned and headed down the stone steps and out the gates.

I watched until he disappeared, turning to Ellana's cabin. I let out a shaky breath as I entered, her painted murals bringing back everything that had happened with the clan. I curled up on the bed, but could not bring myself to close my eyes. Potion or no potion, I was afraid of what could come if I surrendered to sleep.

...

I spent my time awake thinking everything over. What Deshanna had done frightened me, but the why frightened me even more. However, I knew that the Maker had given me the gifts of a dreamer for a reason. I needed to learn how to wield them properly. I just needed to come up with a plan as to how I would learn. Andraste, guide me.

"Talitha?" Ellana's voice called, barely more than a whisper.

I blinked and looked around, but I didn't see her. I stood from the bed. "Where are you?" I whispered back.

"The window," she called. I made my way over to where I saw her peek an eye in at me. "I've called a meeting with the advisors so they can meet our family. They'll need placement within the Inquisition and they should state their reasons for joining to them."

"Alright, do I need to change?" I asked.

"No," she shook her head. "I want you there. You go on ahead to the Chantry, I'll get our family and hide amongst them for cover."

I nodded and waited for her to slip into the shadows before I exited the cabin. I saw Cullen walking through Haven's gates, stifling a yawn, before taking a pull from a metal cup that had steam billowing off the top. "Tired, Commander?" I called.

He jumped a little. When his eyes found mine, though, a soft smile curved his lips. "Just a little, Herald. How did you sleep?"

"I didn't," I shrugged. "Too much on my mind." We continued walking towards the Chantry.

He frowned a little. "I am sorry."

I looked to his cup. "More tea?"

He glanced to his drink before smiling widely. "No, thank the Maker. Leliana brought back coffee from Val Royeaux - she knows Josephine is fond of it. The Lady Ambassador was kind enough to offer some to me."

"That was kind of her," I smiled at the joy he took from such a simple thing. "I get the feeling that Josephine is kind."

"She is," Cullen nodded. "How she can be and yet be such a proficient diplomat and player of the Game is beyond me. One would think they would have eaten her alive."

"Kindness does not equate a lack of cunning," I stated as we entered the war room. I stood on one side of the table as he took a spot in the middle on the other.

"True," he chuckled as he set his things down. He'd had his cup and a few reports tucked under his arm. He blinked and looked around. "It seems we are the first to arrive." He glanced at the closed door before his eyes flicked to me. A smirk curving his lips that made my heart flip as he came around the table. He placed his hands on either side of me as he leaned towards my mouth. "How are you, my darling?" His voice was husky and low, causing my spine to tingle.

I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him soundly. He not moving, keeping his hands where they gripped the table on either side of me. I broke away too soon for my liking, but I didn't want anyone walking in on us. "I am better," I smiled. "Thank you...for last night."

"Of course," he kissed the corner of my mouth, his stubble tickling my cheek. He reached across the table, being careful not to disturb any of the markers as he grabbed his cup, pouring some into an extra that had been on the table. He held the second cup out to me. "Would you like some?"

I smiled at him. "Yes, I would." He leaned on the table as we both drank from our cups. "So, Commander, are you ready to meet my father?"

He choked on his coffee. "Maker's breath," he coughed. I laughed at the nervous look on his face.

...

"Ma, Da," Ellana began, "These are the Inquisition's advisors." She gestured a hand to each as she introduced them. "Lady Cassandra Pentaghast, Seeker and Right Hand of the Divine. Sister Leliana, Left Hand of the Divine and the Inquisition's Spymaster. Commander Cullen Rutherford, Leader of the Inquisition's Forces and Military Advisor. Lady Josephine Montilyet, Ambassador and Chief Diplomat."

Ellana had snuck in amongst the group, disguised well by so many that looked like her. She'd even put on clothing of the clans, pulling a hood up to hide her hair. The others had worn their hoods, lowering them upon entering the room. As Ellana introduced the advisors, Ma and Da inclined their heads. Their faces were hard to read. Not only theirs, but Mahanon's and nearly all of our siblings. A few wore their thoughts plainly: Theran and Arlen seemed curious, but Sanar and Laren were openly hostile as they looked at the advisors. Camlen hid behind Ma.

Ellana turned to our family. "Advisors, this is Feldor, my father; Elolora, my mother; Mahanon, my cousin; Theran, Sanar, Arlen and Camlen, my brothers; and Laren and Fioren, my sisters."

"Andaran atish'an," Josephine inclined her head as she looked over Ellana and I's family. They all looked to her, their gazes ranging from hard to surprised.

Ma spoke first, "Andaran atish'an, Ambassador." She gave Josephine a small smile. "We thank you for allowing us to camp within your boarders and for the care you have taken towards our daughters."

"It is no trouble at all," Josephine assured. "We are eager to welcome the family of Mistress Lavellan."

I looked at the advisors. Cassandra was gauging Mahanon and Laren - spotting the greatest threats of the group; Leliana eyed Theran and Sanar mainly, but seemed to be weighing them all in her mind. Cullen's eyes hardly left my father or mother, his gaze catching on little Fioren slung across Ma's chest whenever he looked at the others. He kept his face professional and focused - no doubt putting duty over curiosity - but I had to fight a smile every time I noticed him stand a little straighter whenever Da looked his way. Josephine's face was the only one that was unreadable to me as I watched her studying them. Ellana seemed tense as she looked between our family and the advisors, her eyes occasionally meeting mine.

"Why do you wish to join us?" Josephine asked, quirking a dark brow, her voice kind. "Would you not prefer to stay with your clan? Mistress Lavellan has already informed us that the clan intends to help with the Breach, if needed, before returning to the Free Marches."

"We wish to stay with our daughters," Da spoke, his voice deep and smooth. "The clan wishes to return to its homeland. The Inquisition seems to be doing its best to set the world right and is accepting of any who wish to see that goal met. We would join you in seeing it done."

"You were the clan's blacksmith, yes?" Cullen asked Da, my heart warming at the fact that he had remembered. "Would you be able to assist in outfitting our troops?"

Da's gaze landed on Cullen and I couldn't help the slight twist in my gut. What would Da think of him? I knew, ultimately, Da had no say in who I was with; but a part of me was curious to know what he would think of the man that held my heart. I watched as Da studied Cullen, his eyes catching as he looked him over. I followed where his eyes landed and felt my face blanch. His vambraces. I'd never noticed before, but Cullen's vambraces were etched with the Templar Order's symbol. Oh, Maker. I watched as Da's dark eyes focused on the vambraces for a moment longer before they travelled up to Cullen's face. There was no flicker of emotion, no change in him as he met Cullen's eyes. "Aye, Commander. I would. Arlen could assist me, as he's been apprenticing under me for some time now."

"Ellana tells me the Inquisition has mounts and livestock that need tending. I was the clan's keeper of the halla," Ma spoke, her jade eyes bright and her voice soothing. "I could help tend to your animals."

"I am sure Master Dennet would welcome competent help," Cullen nodded to which Ma smiled. Cullen shifted on his feet.

"Are you in charge, shem?" Mahanon spoke, drawing all eyes to himself. "Or is my cousin the one who should be assigning us our places?" His eyes were hard and voice sharp as he addressed Cullen. His gaze kept flicking to Cullen's vambraces as well, anger growing each time it did.

"Mahanon," Ellana glared at him, her tone a warning.

"Let him speak, sister," Laren hissed at Ellana, her dark eyes angry. "If these shems wish to welcome us, then they should know what they're getting."

Ellana faced Laren, staring her down before looking to Mahanon. "You both are dishonoring me."

"Ir abelas, cousin," Mahanon apologized. "I don't wish to bring you dishonor, but surely you understand our hesitation? The man's a templar." Mahanon jutted his chin at Cullen.

"No, frankly, I do not Mahanon," Ellana argued, crossing her arms over her chest. "You are here because you askedto join. You will not turn around and offend the people who are willing to take you in and give you paid work. The people who raised me - a Dalish mage - to be a figurehead amongst their organization, nay their religion. I may not have wanted to be part of the Inquisition at first, but now I am wholly devoted to its cause - differences in faiths aside. They seek to restore order and help the innocent caught up in this chaos when no one else is willing to.

"Mark or no Mark, I continue to stay of my own free will because it is the right thing to do. You will show the people who have brought this organization about proper respect. You may have issues with humans and templars, but if you are joining the Inquisition then you will set that aside. We are allpart of the Inquisition - no matter who we are or where we came from before." I was shocked by Ellana's statement. I'd known to some degree her feelings, but she had not said it so plainly to me. Ellana waved a hand in the advisors' direction. "I have seen enough of their character and the character of many within this organization - of all backgrounds and beliefs - to know that they are worthy of my respect...and yours. Save your vile for the Inquisition's enemies."

Mahanon and Laren exchanged a glance. "Ma nuvenin, cousin," Mahanon gave a curt nod as he met Ellana's stare again.

Ellana looked to Laren - who could have also been our twin, but for her dark eyes and more angular features. "Ma nuvenin, sister."

"Do not insult them again," Ellana ordered before turning back to the advisors who had been exchanging glances during Ellana, Mahanon and Laren's argument.

Cullen cleared his throat. "And...the rest of you? What are your skills?"

"I was the leader of the clan's hunters," Mahanon stated, his voice cold, but not outright hostile as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm adept at hunting, scouting, tracking and I'm proficient in the use of a bow and daggers."

"I was a hunter under Mahanon," Theran stated, his voice rich. He looked the most like Da, dark hair and eyes. He was just a couple years younger than Ellana and I. "Proficient with a bow, but no good with daggers."

"As was I," Sanar spoke. He favored Ma with jade eyes and lighter hair, he was only a year younger than Theran. "I can scout and track about as well as Mahanon."

"I was second to our chief protector. I am trained to wield a sword and shield," Laren voiced, her eyes still fierce as she looked the advisors over. Laren was just over twenty. "I was known for my ferocity in skirmishes."

"As my father said, I am his apprentice. I work the forge," Arlen spoke. He had Da's eyes, but Ma's lighter hair and fairer skin. He was three years younger than Theran.

"Camlen and Fioren are obviously too young to have any skill sets," Ma spoke, her voice gentle. "Beyond eating and sleeping," she offered a chuckle, trying to ease the tension in the room. Camlen peeked a jade eye out, his ebony curls falling into his face as he peered up at everyone. He quickly hid behind Ma's legs again.

Cullen nodded, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Thank you, we will discuss amongst ourselves the best places for you."

"I will return with them," Ellana announced as she ushered our family out the door. They all pulled their hoods up again before Ellana followed suit and hid amongst them once more. The door groaned closed and for a moment there was only silence.

"Is...there anything I can do, Mistress Lavellan?" Josephine asked, her voice kind.

I met her dark eyes and gave her a weak smile. "That's as warm an introduction as I could expect. Ellana said her piece and her words were wise. The rest will take time." I contemplated for a moment. "They need to come to understand what Ellana said - we are all the Inquisition. It's up to them if they're willing to set aside their issues or not."

They all nodded in agreement as they took their spots around the map of Thedas. They'd been crammed on one side while we'd taken the other. I looked over the map, more markers littered its surface; spreading from Ferelden over to Orlais and even up into the Free Marches.
There were stacks of reports, the writ that had been the foundation of the Inquisition, quills, a pitcher of water with goblets and numerous other things added to the main table since the last time I had been inside the "war room". I glanced at each advisor, who in turn were looking at me expectantly.

"What is left to plan before we go after aid?" I asked, my eyes falling on each of them.

"Everything should be in place," Leliana began, "It's just going over the final details."

"How are we going to handle the Herald?" Cullen quirked a brow. "I assume you have a plan?"

"The people of the Inquisition know that the Herald intends to go after aid," Leliana glanced at the map. "As to who or when, we've kept any concrete information from being discovered. The people are split as to who they would prefer to see aid us, but I would say it leans heavily in the templars' favor. While the faithful are infuriated that the templars abandoned their duties, they would still rather have templars among us than the rebel mages." Leliana made a face that said she disagreed with this mentality. "Alexius and the nobles of Orlais expect the Herald to meet them, to be a voice in negotiations. The hardest part will be getting you both to your destinations with no one the wiser as to our ruse. That said, I doubt anyone will truly care once the Breach has been sealed permanently."

"We hope permanently, anyway," Cullen sighed.

"It will work, Cullen," Cassandra assured. "I know it."

A thought occurred to me. "Wh-what if this kills...me? It almost did the last time."

They all stopped short and met my eyes. Cullen spoke first. "With aid, I predict that there will be less of a burden placed upon you. The templars will essentially suppress the magic of the Breach while the mages lend their mana to you. It will not be a repeat of our previous attempt, but alas we cannot fully predict the outcome. As to the risk, you've previously stated that you understand and have accepted them." Meaning Ellana.

"Of course," I met his eyes.

"We are getting ahead of ourselves," Leliana warned. "Do we have all we need to address the Lord Seeker, Josie?"

"We do." The woman nodded as she looked over her board. "Lord Abernache assures that he and the other nobles will arrive in South Reach a day or two before the set date. They will gather there, rest and then press on to Therinfal where the Herald will meet them. Together, the Herald, her escorts and the nobles will demand the Lord Seeker fulfill his duty lest he risk the ire of Orlais."

"South Reach?" Cullen questioned, his hands going to his sword pommel as he turned to look at Josephine. "When was that decided?"

"During my correspondence with Lord Abernache," Josephine informed him. "It is the city closest to Therinfal and large enough that the nobles mayfind accommodations that suit their needs. You informed us of your intentions to accompany the Herald 'no matter what', has that changed?"

"N-No," Cullen shook his head.

"Good," Josephine pinned him down with a look before flicking her eyes to me. "As for Alexius, we've confirmed the Herald will meet with him at Redcliffe Castle. The trouble we run into is the difference in travel time. It takes nearly a week to get to Therinfal on horseback from Haven; it only takes four days to arrive in Redcliffe."

"Let me worry about that," Leliana offered. "This plan is contingent on both meetings taking place on the same day, otherwise word could be sent or spread as to our duplicity. The date is set, its just getting our people in place in time. We will all leave together, but the party meant to address the mages will hideout until the day of the envoy which is when your party will reach Therinfal."

"And who are these parties going to be comprised of?" I asked.

"The Herald, Leliana and her agents, Solas, Blackwall and Dorian will be attending the envoy, though Dorian will sneak through with Leliana's agents," Cullen informed me. "Ser Dorian wishes to address his former mentor and call him back to sanity, if possible. Cassandra, myself, Lady Vivienne, and Varric will be going to Therinfal."

"Varric and Vivienne have already gone ahead to South Reach," Leliana added. "Vivienne to entertain the nobles and see to their accommodations. Varric to meet with a contact before meeting you. Sera and the Chargers will not be accompanying us as they have their own tasks to see to."

"What tasks are those?" I quirked a brow. "They had no interest in going after aid?"

"Sera has Jenny business to see to, while the Chargers are assisting in chasing down a lead from one of Bull's Ben-Hasserath reports," Leliana replied. "Their tasks were pressing and we believed the parties were balanced enough without adding Sera or Bull."

"What is my place in this?" I asked.

"That has already been planned," Leliana met my eyes. "I simply need you to fulfill your role."

"That's not cryptic at all," I chuckled.

Leliana gave a slight smirk. "The less who know the details of the full plan the better."

"I understand," I shrugged.

"So long as she is not being used as bait for another assassin without her knowledge?" Cullen bit at Leliana.

Leliana glared daggers at Cullen. "Have your men sufficiently beaten the villa into submission for its repairs, Commander?"

"It preferred that to a ruined reputation," he retorted.

Cassandra made a disgusted snort, her lip curling, "Enough."

"Honestly, are you children quite finished?" Josephine intervened, her pretty face in a scowl.

Cullen and Leliana glared at each other a moment longer before returning their eyes to me. "I should be in here more often." They all chuckled in response.

"While we have you here, there are a few things we'd like your opinion on," Josephine offered. "We have been informed that your recommendations are to be taken as the Herald's recommendations."

"She...said that?" I asked, astonished. Josephine gave a nod and smile in response. "Alright, let's see what you've got."

We were locked within the war room for a few hours as we discussed where to place my family members and how to handle certain issues facing the Inquisition. People looking to slander us; people asking for the Inquisition to intervene in their familial or political squabbles; things of possible interest to the Inquisition; mysteries no one else was looking into and so many other matters, my head began to spin a little. How does Ellana deal with all this?

"It's a lot to take in," Cullen spoke at one point, his eyes on my face and a sympathetic smile on his lips.

"It is." I nodded.

"I fear it is only going to grow in quantity," Josephine sighed. "We will have to come up with a different system for dealing with everything. We cannot remain locked in a room looking over every single report together. Our meetings should consist of the most important and weighty of issues, that cannot be decided upon without discussion. I believe we need to seriously consider hiring personal aides and pages for each of us?" Her eyes went to Leliana.

"I believe you may be correct, but I would see them be my agents - those I trust. I will think on names for each of you and let you decide," Leliana offered. "Anyone who will be dealing directly with us or our documents must be trusted individuals. Spies are inevitable, we must fill the most vulnerable gaps with the most trusted people."

"Speaking of spies," Cullen interjected, "The Herald had an idea of placing Seeker Trevelyan amongst your people, Leliana."

"Seekers aretrained to investigate and to filter out corruption," Cassandra offered. "Trevelyan seems a capable woman and well liked by people. She would be well suited to pulling information out with none being the wiser."

"Not to mention that her Seeker abilities would make for excellent interrogation tools," Leliana mused. "I will speak with the woman and ascertain if she is a good fit. Thank you, Commander."

"Thank the Herald," he nodded in my direction to which Leliana inclined her head. "Another matter, I'm afraid. A few of our workers fell through an abandoned mining shaft up near the main trebuchet. They sustained several injuries, but one was able to search around the shaft trying to find a way out. He said it bared little similarities to any mine he'd ever seen. Do we want to close it up or leave it open to investigate further after we seal the Breach?"

"Leave it open, but sure up the opening so no one else falls in accidentally," Leliana offered. "It sounds like it's worth investigating."

"We should warn the workers of the opening as well," Josephine stated. "We don't want any more harm to befall them."

"I will see it done." Cullen nodded.

"Have you determined where we're going to put the templars and mages when they come?" I asked. "Beyond that how are we going to handle things when they realize they've been deceived?"

"How will they know they were deceived?" Leliana asked, clasping her hands behind her back. "We never made promises that we would not seek out the aid of both parties to the mages or templars. We simply promised to send you to them."

"That's my point. Surely they will realize there were two Heralds?" I quirked a brow. "Will not our entire plan be foiled at that point?"

"Not at all," Leliana shook her head. "They may figure out there were two Heralds, but they will still not know who the second Herald is or which of you is which. As I said before, if they're angry or threaten to withhold aid, we will take the leaders of both groups aside and explain our situation. I doubt the templars know anything of the Venatori or the Elder One that Ser Dorian spoke of; if the mages know that would also be a surprise. From the reports of Redcliffe, there is a general sense of unease and distrust, but there has been no mention of the cultists or their leader." Leliana handed me copies of the reports.

"And you believe that will be enough to placate them?" I asked.

"We need both groups," Leliana urged. "If they cannot set aside their current squabble to address the hole in the sky, understanding that we had to keep you safe from the obvious trap that was Alexius as well as petition the templars help without them knowing we were also petitioning the mages, then they are unworthy of our help. Both have backed themselves into inescapable corners. They will accept our terms, accept how our alliances came to be or they can try to regain the trust of the people of Thedas without us - without sealing the Breach. An impossibility, but they can try." I gave her a nod.

"As to accommodations," Josephine began, "The Commander and I had a few ideas." Josephine was looking over her board. "You were saying something about...Cullen?"

I had been looking over the reports Leliana handed me, but flicked my eyes up to Cullen at Josephine's words. His eyes had been on me, a small smile on his face. When Josephine spoke his name, however, it brought him out of his reverie.

"Hmm? I, ah- Yes," Cullen cleared his throat, his cheeks pinking a little. I couldn't help a small blush. Cullen unfolded a bit of parchment where he'd drawn ideas for building barracks for the templars and mages and spread out a map of the Inquisition's camp in Haven. "Haven has limited space. Perhaps we could set up something over here." Cullen pointed at a spot on Haven's map.

"I will speak with our builders," Josephine offered, scratching a few notes onto her parchment.

"Now, is there anything else?" Leliana asked the others.

"I believe those were the most pressing matters," Josephine offered.

"Then I suggest we gather our parties and get on the road," Leliana ordered. "Time is now of the essence. We have ten days until our meetings are to take place."

...

Before leaving, I asked Minaeve to request any information or books she could get on the Fade, dreamer mages and blood magic. I knew any books on blood magic would only speak to its dangers, but if one held a clue, it could still be helpful. With the Inquisition resources growing, however, I hoped I could get more useful information. She promised to do her best.
Once we had all of our people together, it was a hard ride to the Hinterlands. The days were spent pressing the horses to their limit, mud flying and the cold winds whipping at our faces. The nights were spent camping in the open air, not wanting to waste precious daylight setting up and tearing down a camp. Solas and I would setup wards surrounding our group to keep everyone dry and warm. Dried meat and hard cheese rations were passed around for meals. As soon as dawn broke, we'd be on the road once more. We were able to shave half a day's ride off our travel time with the efficiency.
We'd slowed as we passed through the Crossroads, following the King's Road to the villa. Cullen had brought his horse close to mine. He pointed out all the changes that had been made since I'd last been in the Hinterlands: new homes, repairs, Fort Connor was being worked on, bridges that had been fixed and the like. I'd stared longingly at Dennet's land as we passed, wishing to check in on Elaina and little Meira, but knew I couldn't.
I felt Cullen's leg brush against mine - guessing he'd done it on purpose to offer me comfort. He wasn't looking at me, instead looking to the watchtower. To any onlookers it would have appeared as if his horse simply got too close to mine before he corrected it. He'd urged his horse forward as he did to resume his position leading the recruits. He looked good atop a horse, as if he were born to it.
Progress was slow through the forest; the road winding, rocky and hilled, but I admired the beauty of the trees around us. I itched for my sketchbook to draw it all, but I'd have to sketch what I could from memory when I was finally able to draw again. The trees would be my favorite to capture, the way they stretched to the sky, the sun dappled on the ground from the thickness of the canopy.
Large hills grew out of the ground as we reached the center of the forest, but there was a clear path that led us through the landscape. I could only guess the path led to the villa and whoever had built it intended for any visitors to have the best views of the forest. Soon, the trees opened up to the villa.
I understood why it was called the Grand Forest Villa, as it was a massive structure that seemed to have been birthed by the forest itself. Cullen was right in the architecture being unusual. Whoever had designed it had wanted it to be a part of the landscape instead of the landscape bowing to the structure. A waterfall cut through part of the villa and fed a large lake on one side, while the other was set into the rocky incline of a hill. Much of the architecture was open air at the top as if to allow the owner to see the forest at all times, but below were the more traditional stone walls of Ferelden architecture.
We made our way along the path, crossed the wooden bridge over the lake, up the incline and through the portcullis. Within, the villa was bustling with activity. Soldiers, scouts, and agents were all seeing to their business as the pounding of a blacksmith's hammer and the neighing of horses could be heard over the noise of the voices. As we entered, the activity stopped so the soldiers could give a salute...to me. I returned the salute and everyone returned to their duties.

"Welcome to Grand Forest, Herald," Vale's voice spoke to my left. "We're glad to have you with us."

"I'm glad to be here, Corporal," I nodded. I dismounted my horse as a stableboy held the reins.

"I'm to speak with the Commander, but Kathryn there will show you and your party to the guest quarters." Vale pointed to an attendant who stepped forward to offer a bow. "We were informed to expect you for several nights while you see to business in the area."

"Forgive the intrusion, Corporal, I hope we do not impose upon you for any longer than necessary," I offered.

"It's no imposition," he shook his head. "Word of your coming has given my men a morale boost and put a little spring in their step. Stay as long as you need."

"Thank you, Corporal," I inclined my head as he saluted.

He and Cullen went off with the recruits Cullen had brought along to be stationed here while the rest of us were shown to our quarters. Kathryn showed us around briefly, informing us of when meals were served and how things generally worked within the keep. She hinted that the upper levels were not in as much use as the rest of the villa if we wanted to find solace there.
We thanked her for her help and headed for our rooms. Despite their location near the waterfall, it could not be heard nor were the stones wet as we walked the hallway of the guest chambers. I entered my room and nearly shouted out as a cloaked figure rushed me. They put a hand over my mouth before speaking.

"Hush, sister," Ellana's voice whispered. "It's me."

"What are you -" I began. I looked her over, she was dressed as one of Leliana's agents.

She held a finger to her lips and nodded her head towards the bed. Leliana sat perched on the edge with her legs crossed. When Ellana nodded to her, Leliana gracefully stood and waved for us to follow. My brows shot up as she opened a hidden passageway and slipped inside. Ellana led the way and I followed.
The passageway was tight and curved sharply as it spiraled downwards. Eventually, it opened up to a cavern where the only light came from torches and the roar of the waterfall filled my ears. Leliana continued on, pressing close to the carved rock so she wouldn't fall into the water. Slipping inside a door a ways within the cavern, she finally stopped. The room was comfortable and seemed to have been a place of study at one time as bookcases filled the majority of it along with various instruments and a large desk.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"This villa is fraught with secrets and this was one of the few that my agent stationed here has ferreted out," Leliana explained. "It works perfectly for our current need."

"Which is?" I quirked a brow.

"Ellana needs to become the Herald, while you will assume the role of a prisoner to be escorted to South Reach for trial by Cullen and Cassandra."

"A prisoner? And why Cullen and Cassandra?" I asked.

"Yes, the Inquisition has been seeing to crimes occurring in the area and imprisoning perpetrators to hold them until their respective cities are ready to see to their punishment," Leliana stated. "We are, after all, a peacekeeping organization. As for it being Cullen and Cassandra - to make it official and under the pretense that they are meeting with the Arl of South Reach."

"Is there a prisoner who actually needs to be taken to South Reach?" I asked as I began removing the armor.

"Yes," Leliana replied cryptically. "But they will be served their justice."

My eyes widened as I looked at the woman. "You'll...have them killed?"

"Your sister won't allow it, but I found a more useful means for them," Leliana shrugged. "They will be moved from their cell shortly, so you must get dressed to take their place before the guard rotation concludes." Leliana gestured to a pile of rough spun fabric. "You'll remove your wig and wear your natural hair down. We'll need to dirty you up and apply grease to your hair so it hangs in your face. It won't be a pleasant experience, but it'll do the trick."

"Do I look like this prisoner?" I asked.

"Why else do you think this will work?" Leliana quirked a brow. "She is an elf from the alienage in South Reach, dark hair, olive skin; beyond that, no one really remembers what she looks like."

"Is there a secret passage to the cells?" Ellana asked as she removed her disguise and donned the Herald's armor.

Leliana gave a nod in response. "They weren't cells before, but we needed a place to hold prisoners."

I paused as I was finishing dressing. "Am I...to stay in the cell until its time for Cullen and Cassandra to take me?"

"Yes, is that a problem?" Leliana asked.

"Yes." I replied, my voice strangled. "I-I can't do that."

"I need you to," Leliana searched my face, her own expressionless.

"Leliana, I cannot do that," I emphasized, my bowels turning to water. "I will...go mad if you force me to stay in a cell."

Her blue eyes were cold and calculating as they bored into mine. "I understand, but your sister's hair will give her away. It must be you."

I began breathing quickly. "Please, please don't."

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to Ellana. "You can do this, Talitha," she encouraged.

"No, no I can't," I begged. "I can't be in a place I - where I know there is no escape. Don't ask this."

Leliana and Ellana looked at each other. Ellana's eyes became pleading as she looked at the spymaster, who in turn was studying me. After several moments she blinked. "Very well." She stood and clasped her hands behind her back. "You will become one of my scouts, until we're ready to move the prisoner. You willhave to be in the cell for a small amount of time, but I won't ask you to be in there overnight. Dress in your sister's disguise and wait here while I pass word on. Herald, return to your room through the passage we used." Leliana swept from the room.

"I'm sorry, Talitha," Ellana apologized. "I should have asked you first."

"It's not your fault," I offered as my heart's pounding began to ease. "I just...can't." I pulled on the uniform.

"I should have realized," Ellana murmured.

"I'm just glad Leliana was willing to shift her plans," I bit my lip. "I didn't think she would."

"She may slowly be realizing that harsh routes are not always the route to take." Ellana gave me a quick hug and then slipped out the door.

Leliana returned shortly. "A minor inconvenience, but we will see the same end result. I apologize for not taking your situation into consideration."

I blinked in surprise, "Thank you."

She nodded. "Alright, Talitha, follow me." Leliana led me to another entrance at the back of the study room and had me follow her up a steep passageway. Once we came to a stop, she turned to me. "When you exit, do not hesitate, just walk. Don't look back or around. You will assist the other agents until I have word sent to you that it's time."

I nodded and took a deep breath before she slid the passage open just enough to slip out. I walked forward and kept walking, noticing that a few bodies moved close to me and shepherded me along. I did as Leliana instructed and blended in with the group. The day was spent being shuffled around, though I was occasionally asked to run notes to Vale or Cullen. Neither recognized me, though I could hardly blame them as I scratched at the fabric that covered nearly all of my face for the hundredth time. How do Leliana's people handle these ridiculous things?
I stayed with them through meals and into the evening, going to the barracks where they slept. The next day, I awoke and followed them through their routines until I felt something shoved into my hand. I continued with the group until we stopped. Taking a moment to look at the note, it instructed me to go to the same secret passageway that Leliana had led me out of in one hour. I waited until we were on the move again and then made my way there. It opened just enough for me to slip inside.

Following Leliana to the study room, she had me dress in the rough spun clothing, dirtied me up. She led me through a maze of passageways to the entrance at the back of the cell. "Cullen will be here for you in an hour," she whispered before opening the door.

The prisoner was already gone as I stepped inside and I did my best to keep my breathing steady. I sat on the cot and focused on breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth, keeping my eyes closed. I could feel that other cell, hear his voice and goosebumps erupted in anticipation of Alrik coming to torture me. Maker, though the darkness comes upon me, I shall embrace the Light. I shall weather the storm. I shall endure. What you have created, no one can tear asunder.
I spoke that part of the Chant over and over again in my mind as I waited for Cullen to come. Breathe in, breathe out. Forty-five minutes. Chant. Breathe in, breathe out. Thirty minutes. Chant. I continued like that until the minutes wound down.

"This is she?" Cullen's voice spoke and I let out a breath.

"Yes, ser," the soldier confirmed. "The murdering thief to be taken to South Reach."

"Let's get her out and her wrists bound, soldier," Cullen instructed.

"Right away, ser," the soldier replied. I listened to the shuffling of feet, a key being slid into a lock, the click and groan of the door as it opened. The soldier made their way in and roughly pulled me from the cot before throwing me forward. "Get a move on, knife-ear."

"Soldier," Cullen barked, causing the soldier stiffened. "We may have prisoners, but you will treat them honorably - without derogatory terms. We are the Inquisition, not a group of disreputable individuals. Conduct yourself as such or see yourself reassigned."

"Yes, ser," the soldier nodded. His grip on my arm eased as he led me out the cell.

Cullen took my wrists and bound them, the tie loose, but only just enough. "This way," he said as he turned his back on me.

The soldier prodded me along, up and out of the lower levels of the villa. Cullen led us to where Cassandra and three horses were waiting. Cullen assisted me up onto what would be my horse, his grip tightening for just a moment before he released me. He tied my hands to the horn of the saddle before tying my horse to his. He and Cassandra both saddled up then, their horses ladened with large saddle bags. Vale and a few others offered a salute as we rode out of the villa.
Cullen and Cassandra talked quietly as we worked our way back to the Crossroads, past Redcliffe and onto the Imperial Highway. There, a hard pace was set and I felt a little jarred by not being in control of my horse, but we had to keep up appearances in case we were stopped along the road.

Once we were well away from any towns and had not run into any travelers for a time, I posed a question that I had been wanting to ask the two of them. "We are heading into templar territory. I know it's to negotiate, but if something should happen...how does a mage face a templar? Could I defeat one?" They looked back at me a moment before looking at each other.

"It can be done," Cassandra began, "Mages and templars battling would be more a battle of wills, if we're strictly speaking of their abilities. A mage would need to stay at range, not allowing the templar to get close."

"A templar's abilities must be performed within close quarters," Cullen added. "Beyond that, they must hope there's a good archer among them that can strike true once the mage has depleted their mana stores."

"And if a templar does get close?" I asked.

"Then as I said, it is a battle of wills, but only if the mage can fend off a templar's physical attacks," Cassandra replied. "If your average templar were facing an accomplished mage, the mage would probably have a stronger willpower with which to cast than the templar has to reinforce reality."

"'Reinforce reality'?" I wondered aloud. "What do you mean?"

"Really, do mages know nothing of how templars work?" Cassandra question, exasperatedly.

"That is somewhat the point, Cassandra," Cullen chuckled. "If they knew, what good would templars be?"

"Some had to figure it out or we wouldn't be where we are now." Cassandra retorted.

"Indeed," Cullen agreed before looking back towards me. "A templar's abilities come from lyrium, this you know, but what that does most mages do not fully understand. I doubt many templars fully understand it either, to be honest. A mage accesses the Fade to work their magic, reshaping reality by manipulating their mana. A templar and the lyrium within them blocks a mage's access to the Fade by reinforcing the reality of the world - the solidness of the world becomes an inarguable fact. A stubborn world now becomes impossible for the mage to reshape. Spells cannot be cast and mana cannot be manipulated because the Fade has been essentially closed off."

"But if you have a mage that can push against that stubbornness, that through sheer will can force the world to bend to their whims," Cassandra interjected, "they could overcome a templar's abilities. A Seeker would be a tougher opponent as we can affect the lyrium within their bodies, which would be far harder to fight against by will alone."

"So if their wills cancel each other out, then it comes to physical skill?" I asked.

"Yes and no," Cullen answered. "Essentially it would be a draw of a match, if they are of equal willpower. A mage could use their magic, a templar could use their abilities - while also being essentially immune to magic - until one or the other is worn down. Templars have a limit just as mages do. Then it would come down to physical skill."

"Immune to magic? You're-You're immune to magic? Then how...what about...blood magic?" I asked, my voice hesitant.

Cassandra shot a glare at me. "Why do you ask?"

"I would never use it, Cassandra," I assured. "I just...I'm trying to understand." Cullen had gone a little pale and I cursed myself internally. "Never mind, forget I asked."

"Bl-Blood magic is...different," Cullen began, to Cassandra and I's surprise. "Templars can still defeat it, but only before it is cast. Once blood magic is within the world, it is next to impossible to dispel it. This is because a mage is not drawing from the Fade for their power, but from life itself. It is still magic, but...the source of it's power is far harder to fight against because it's not reshaping reality in the same way. Blood is real, so therefore what is being manipulated is real to some degree as well. If you can stop it when it is more magic than blood, it dispels the magic. Once the manipulation is complete, however, there is no easy reversal of it."

"It is a horrid magic. I care not about the 'who' or 'why' it is wielded," Cassandra growled.

"I have only ever known wielders of blood magic to be nefarious individuals using it for evil or selfish ends," I agreed.

"As for the immunity I meant," Cullen continued, "Templars can resist magic. What magic would mortally wound your average person, a templar can - generally - survive with little injury. Though, it doesn't matter if you have magical resistance or not, getting singed with a fireball still hurts. I've the scars to prove it." He chuckled.

"So as I understand it, in a match between a templar and a mage it comes down to proximity and willpower," I voiced. "Whoever can better bend reality to their will - wether to change it or reinforce it - will defeat the other, if physical skill doesn't come into play. If it does, then the mage best be able to match the templar or wear them down enough to escape. Let the mage hope they only face a templar and not a Seeker, if the mage is using lyrium. Does that sound right?"

"It does," Cullen nodded. "The other option, though very difficult to master, would be for the mage to purge their mana from their bodies - thus rendering templar abilities mostly useless. As I said though, a very difficult skill to master and even then it only lasts a short time."

"I could spar with you in the future, using only templar abilities, if you'd like to test your willpower?" Cassandra asked me.

"That would be useful," I nodded to Cassandra. "What about you, Cullen?" I asked.

Cullen shifted in his saddle. "I...could not do that to you." He met my gaze. "A physical spar or even one where you use your magic, I do not mind. I ask that you do not put me through the pain of using templar abilities on you."

"I-Of course," I looked away from him. "Forgive me for asking, I shouldn't have."

"It is alright," he murmured. "As it is, I...have promised myself not to use my abilities. I left the Order. Therefore, I left those abilities with them."

I met his eyes. "I understand."

...

When we stopped for the night, Cullen and Cassandra set up a small camp after Cullen gently removed my restraints. I noticed there were only two tents and felt my gut twist. I set the campfire that was built aflame with a little effort and set wards about the camp. We were able to take our time to some degree as we'd gotten to the villa sooner than we'd anticipated. Cullen returned to me, his tasks done and took my hand in his as he led us near the fire. We sat, not quite together, but not quite apart either. His gloved thumbs massaged my skin where the ties were, an apologetic look in his eyes.

"I am glad to see you two together," Cassandra murmured as she studied us from her spot. I blushed as Cullen shot her a scowl. "Truly, it is...it brings a warmth to my heart."

"Thank you, Cassandra," I murmured before meeting her dark eyes. "And...thank you."

She gave a soft smile. "You are welcome." Her gaze flicked to Cullen. "I will give you two some time alone," she spoke as she stood, her food eaten, heading for her tent.

"You don't have to do that, Cassandra," I urged, despite the butterflies flickering in my stomach as Cullen resumed rubbing my wrists. She turned her head back to meet my eyes and I could have sworn I saw silver lining them. Her lips twisted into a half-smile before she ducked inside her tent.

I blinked and met Cullen's gaze. My heart stuttered at what they held as he scooted me closer to him, curving his body around mine. He placed a gloved hand on my cheek, his thumb running along my cheekbone. "How are you, my darling?" His voice was quiet and low.

"In desperate need of a bath," I groaned. He let out a breathy chuckle. "I am...nervous. I have no idea what to expect. What about you?"

He studied my eyes. "You will be fine - Cassandra and I are with you. Varric and Vivienne will be there as well. None of us will let anything happen to you." He looked away from me. "I will admit I am...not keen on being amongst the Order again, but if there are templars willing to aide us - as they should be - than I am willing to go try and convince them to join the Inquisition's cause. The templar that sent word to me sounds like a honorable man; one I wish more templars would emulate."

"What's his name?" I asked as I fiddled with his hair. It was soft and thick between my fingers. I could feel the remnants of something on the strands - no doubt whatever he used to tame his curls.

"Ser Delrin Barris," Cullen said. "Fereldan, second son of Bann Barris - a noble family to the northeast near Lake Calenhad." He chuckled to himself. "I did a little research into him and his family. Apparently, on his first assignment as a templar he led his men to victory against a horde comprised of blood mages, their thralls and a pride demon while keeping innocent bystanders from harm. Quite impressive, I daresay. Aside from his own merits, the man is descended from a few notable knights."

We continued to talk about various lighthearted things, sharing a few laughs as we even recounted some days within the Circle. Silence fell after awhile and we descended into kisses, sweet nothings and holding each other.

"Cullen?" I breathed, my voice husky as he'd begun kissing my cheeks, my nose, everywhere, but my lips.

"Hmm?" he hummed, the sound tickling my skin where his lips touched.

"Should we turn in for the night?" I murmured. "Am-am I...are we...there's only two tents."

He froze where he was as I started speaking, his lips pressed just under my earlobe. Slowly, he backed away, his cheeks a little pink. He cleared his throat, not meeting my eyes as his blush deepened. "C-Cassandra said she laid out a bedroll for you in her tent."

I gently turned his face to me, his gaze bashful as his eyes finally met mine. I kissed him gently. "Then I bid you goodnight...my knight."

He smiled at that, his eyes sparkling a little. "Goodnight, my darling."

...

We came to South Reach the day before we were to meet at Therinfal. Once we were within sight of the city walls, Cassandra called us off the road. She informed us that Vivienne and Varric had escorted the nobles onwards to Therinfal, where we would meet them.
I was to remain in disguise until we left the city to avoid drawing attention, but instead of a prisoner, I would don the garb of an Inquisition recruit. She pulled the clothing out of one of her horse's saddlebags, which included a wig comprised of mahogany hair and I quickly changed.

"We will get a room at the local inn where you can bathe," she stated. "We'll room there for the night and then head out at dawn. Once past the city, you'll dress as the Herald."

We headed into the city, alive with activity. It was huge compared to Haven and I was a little overwhelmed by the size and the crowds. We passed a market where all kinds of wares were being sold. I noticed the entrance to the alienage and several shops and inns dotting the main square. Despite Cullen and Cassandra's imposing presences, hardly anyone paid us any mind.
We made our way to the inn that Leliana had instructed, got two rooms and made our way up. Cassandra let me bathe in private as she and Cullen visited. Leliana had used dust and dirt to grime up my skin and oils to grease my hair; I hadn't smelled, thankfully, but I was dirty.
As I bathed, I wondered how Cullen felt about being so close to his siblings. He hadn't brought it up, but I could tell it was on his mind. He would put the Inquisition first, but I had no doubt a part of him wanted to see if he could locate them; as much as a part of him didn't. He feared what they would think of the man he was now, and had been in Kirkwall. Though I could make no claim as to his siblings thinking, from what he had told me, I guessed they would simply be happy to see their brother again. The rest would work itself out in time. It was not my place though, so I would wait until he wanted to talk about it.

I felt reborn after bathing. Donning the wig, tunic, pants and boots of my uniform, I left the room to knock on Cullen's door. Cassandra came to open it, stepping back to let me in before turning to say to Cullen, "Think on it, Cullen. It is your decision, however."

Cullen gave her a hard look before she left, but it softened as his eyes met mine. "Did the bath help?"

"It did," I smiled. "I feel like a new person. What was Cassandra talking about?"

"We were discussing how best to handle the templars once they're with us," he replied.

"I see," I studied his face. "I just wanted to say goodnight."

He stood from the chair he had occupied, his movements graceful despite his size. He'd removed his armor, now down to his tunic, pants and boots. His eyes didn't leave mine before - quick as lightning - he took me in his arms, tipping my chin as he crashed his lips against mine. The kiss was passionate, urgent and eager. His lips bordered on demanding, but I could feel him reining himself in as he kept them from pressing too hard.
I welcomed the change from his gentle kisses, though refrained from winding my hands into his hair lest I draw a moan from him again. At my response, he turned my head to slant his mouth over mine, deepening the kiss, before pressing us against the door. His hands were strong as they moved from my hips, up to my waist before he wound his arms around me.
As warmth pooled in my gut, I pressed my hands along the hard curve of his back, clenching his tunic in my hands as I reached his shoulders. I pulled myself closer to him. The smell of him, his heat and the hard ridges of his body started to light a fire in my gut. He broke away and began pressing kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I started breathing quickly, my heart pounding against my chest, but I couldn't tell if I enjoyed the kisses along my neck or not as my stomach quivered.

"Cullen," I whimpered.

He froze. Gently, he brought his hands back to my waist and lifted his face. Pressing his forehead against mine, he caressed my nose with the tip of his own. "I am...-"

"-If you say you're sorry, I will be sorely disappointed," I breathed.

"-Not sorry, then," he chuckled. "Forgive me if that was...too much."

"I enjoyed it," I admitted. "But I'd say for now, avoid kissing my neck."

He screwed his eyes closed as if not wanting to see something. "Of course, I -"

"-You don't need to apologize," I held his face in my hands. "This is going to be...trial and error, I'm afraid."

He met my eyes. "As long as you are willing to bear with my fumbling."

I chuckled. "Happily, my knight."

"Maker's breath," he groaned. I laughed again and planted a kiss on his cheek. He turned back to me, giving me a peck on the nose before straightening.

We said goodnight before I left his room to join Cassandra. In the morning, we ate quickly before packing and pressing on to Therinfal. We stopped off the road once we'd exited the city so I could become the Herald. Once my disguise was in place, we pressed hard for the Redoubt, nerves and unease growing in my gut the closer we got. Maker, help us get the aid we need.

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