Inquisitor Lavellan stared at the body in front of her as she observed the odd wound on the deceased warrior in front of her. A hole had been burned through his body, melting mail, flesh and bone all at once and cauterizing the wound entirely. "It looks as though this was magic," she said. "But I don't know any flame spells strong enough to do this."

"I don't feel any residual energy from the Fade either," said Solas. "Whatever did this wasn't magic."

"You're right," shouted a voice behind them. They whirled around and spotted a man in full Grey Warden plate armor. "It's not magic."

"Who the hell are you," asked Sera as she aimed her bow at the stranger. "I don't like being snuck up on, Weirdy!"

"I'm weird? A natural born lady elf with the body shape of a human and a very old soul? I'd say you're weirder than I am."

"What?!"

"Calm down, Sera," said the Inquisitor.

"She's right, Buttercup," said Varric. "He's just trying to get under your skin."

"Who are you?"

"I'm the one who called you here," said the mysterious Grey Warden. He walked to the body and touched the scorch marks on the wound. "Two days old. Skull still intact…"

"Is that significant," asked Solas.

"The one who killed this man. I've been tracking them for a while now. And they've been tracking me as well."

"Was it a Darkspawn," asked the Inquisitor.

"If the Darkspawn could do this, we'd have been wiped out a long time ago." He stood up straight. "And they don't care for the hunt."

"What do you mean," asked Varric.

"I'm not the only one it seems to be hunting here in the Emerald Graves. It seems to hunt the strongest and deadliest prey it can find. Makes them feel fear first before closing in for the kill. It takes trophies from what I can only assume are worthy kills."

"What makes them worthy," asked Sera.

"They put up more than a good fight."

"Can we track it," asked Solas.

"Not unless you know how to track something in the trees."

"The trees?"

"It prefers observing prey from on high. Keeps moving when tracking and can turn invisible."

"I've heard some tall tales in my time, Spooky," said Varric. "But turning invisible?! That's just mad! I mean, sure us rogues can evade attention, but nothing can turn invisible."

"This thing can. Prefers the tree tops. When it moves, it's like the forest is alive. I have a method to allow us to see it without strain, but I lack the resources and the funds."

"So you called on us," said the Inquisitor.

"I did."

"Would you consider joining the Inquisition if we help you?"

"Depends. I might not see the need to. I have other matters to attend to after all."

"Other than chasing invisible monsters, you mean," said Varric.

"Yes."

"Then we should return to Skyhold," said the Inquisitor. "We can help you there."

"Can we not," asked Sera. "I really don't feel like hunting invisible shite!"

"Where are you," shouted someone in the distance. "Commander?!"

"My team is here," said the Warden.

"Wait," said Varric. "I know that voice…" He moved closer to the shout. "Sunshine?! Is that you?!"

"Wait…" said the voice. "Varric?!" Varric smiled as he saw a familiar head of black hair rounding a hill and Bethany Hawke came into view. "Oh, it is you!"

"He-hey!" Grey Warden Mage and Surface Dwarf Rogue hugged before the former smiled.

"It's so good to see you!"

"You know, you're brother is hanging around Skyhold! We've just invited your Commander to Skyhold in order to help track this supposed invisible monster."

"It's real, Varric. It wiped out an entire squad of Wardens a few months ago and the Darkspawn they were hunting. They never stood a chance. It hunts people with unknown weapons and is tough to pin down. We've had trouble tracking it, and that's with the Commander."

"We'll describe it more at their base," said the Commander. "Let's go."

"Wait. What about… you know…" He sighed and turned to the Inquisitor.

"Before we go, I need a favor."

"What would that be," asked Lavellan.

"One of my last long range units is one of the world's most wanted men. I need your word that he won't be taken in. Not until we take this… Predator… down."

"Predator," asked Sera. "It's more a hunter, no?"

"It is. But it seems to feast on meat as well. That and… Predator just sounds… more intimidating. Given what we've seen this thing do, it fits."

"Who is this man," asked Lavellan. Bethany turned to Varric and the Dwarf stared at her before groaning.

"Oh no," he said. "Blondie?!"

"The one who started the Magi-Templar War," said the Commander. "The Possessed Revolutionary, Anders. Give your word he won't be turned in to the ruling governments until the Predator is done, and I will join the Inquisition despite my duties."

"Inky," said Sera. "We can't just do this! He could get away!"

"Anders is a dangerous man," said Solas. "Possessed by a corrupted Justice Spirit, and responsible for the Chantry destruction in Kirkwall. We should be cautious."

"Inquisitor," said Varric. "Blondie wasn't thinking straight when he did what he did. That damn spirit twisted his mind and made him blow up the Chantry."

"Regardless," said the Commander. "He will face Justice. But I need him to finish what we started. We've tracked this thing from the jungles of Tevinter to here. It seems to migrate to where it's hottest or where the strongest prey is. And with the Orlesian civil war going on, the latter is here." Lavellan frowned before considering for a second.

"Fine," she said. "You have my word that he won't be handed over to the Templars for punishment."

"Oh, the Seeker's gonna love that," muttered Varric.

"Ma Serannas, Inquisitor," said the Commander, making Sera roll her eyes. Another Dalish, just what she needed in Skyhold, more Elfy shit. The Commander ungloved a hand, showing what looked like Valaslin on his hand made of Lyrium. Varric, Solas and Lavellan stared at the markings, with the latter of the three glaring afterwards. They glowed and a man cried out in pain around the hill. "Get him, please, Hawke."

"Yes, Commander," said Bethany before going back over the hill.

"What is that," asked the Inquisitor, pointing to his hand, anger apparent in her voice and eyes.

"Insurance," said the Commander. Bethany helped a man over the hill and Varric stared at him.

"Maker…" he said. The sight was almost too much for the onlookers. Anders, former Mage of the Ferelden Circle of Magi and Grey Warden and former friend of the Champion of Kirkwall, looked worse for wear. His skin was pale, and hair gone. All over his body, Lyrium Valaslin etched into the shape of the Elven God, Mythal, stretched across his body.

"I didn't need him running from this. He would face his actions sooner or later. He'd already been conscripted. But he ran. When I tracked him down, I made sure he wouldn't run again." A blade suddenly appeared in his hand and he held it up to Lavellen's neck as she took a step to the anguishing mage. "That's far enough. Now, are we going to your base."

"You dare make a mockery of my people's traditions," exclaimed the Inquisitor.

"I'm just making use of what I had." He pushed Anders in front of him. "Get moving, Anders." The Inquisitor exchanged a look with her friends before they followed after the three Wardens.

When the Inquisitor returned to Skyhold, she was instantly met with Leliana at the gates. "Welcome back, Inquisitor," she said. "The missions you assigned before heading to the Emerald Graves were all successful." She looked at the group who had followed her leader back. "Who is this?"

"Has it really been that long," asked the Commander. Leliana paused. The Grey Warden's voice sounded so familiar. But it couldn't be. The man behind that voice died ten years ago. "What did you call it, again? Andraste's Grace?" She gasped as she held her hand in front of her mouth, almost as if to keep the words she hadn't spoken out loud from escaping. He removed his helmet, and Leliana almost wept. The same short black hair and scared eye, the same sad smile from losing everything, and the eyes. They were his. Filled with sorrow and grief, but also joy and love. One red iris, and one blue iris, the product of tricking the Dragon Cult at the Temple of Sacred Ashes into letting him drink dragon's blood to strengthen him enough to protect them from the cult and leave to heal Arl Eamon.

"Is… is it you…"

"It's me, my Lady…" He gave an almost overexaggerated bow. "Aaron Cousland, back from the dead and at your service."

(Ten years ago- Fort Drakon, Beginning and End of the Fifth Blight)

Aaron Cousland gasped as he sat up and clutched at his side. The Archdemon had managed to clamp its jaws on him before Shale staggered it with the last of her strength. Beside him, Leliana and Loghain were both equally as winded, with Loghain unable to stand after this battle. Knowing this would be the last step, Aaron gritted his teeth and turned to the love of his life, pressing his forehead to hers. "Stay safe," he said. "Know that I love you, Leliana. And I always will."

"Aaron," she said. "What are…" Her sentence was interrupted as Aaron placed a kiss on her lips and latched cuffs on her wrist and Loghain's before breaking the kiss and standing up. "Aaron! Don't!"

"I have to, Leliana! It is my duty!" Without another word as Leliana went about picking the lock to the cuffs, Aaron Cousland, the Last Son of Highever, grabbed his discarded sword, Starfang, a sword forged from a fallen star, and charged at the demon. Sliding under its throat, the Warden sliced upwards with the glowing war sword and brought the corrupted dragon's head to the ground. In the final moment before plunging the sword into the head of the dragon, a red and blue eye met green and for a brief second, another life played out in their eyes. One where they both survived, he was rid of the Blight, and they no longer had to worry about Darkspawn, political plots and saving the world. It was just them, living in peace. "I love you." With a mighty roar, he plunged Starfang into the Archdemon, light spilling out of the wound and into the sky with a deafening chime. Then, without warning, the Archdemon exploded, and the Warden lay dead. Despite taking the witch Morrigan up on her offer, his wounds were too great.

A day later, after the defenders of Ferelden had rested, eaten, and rested some more, a funeral was held for Aaron Cousland, Vanquisher of the Blight and Hero of Ferelden. The last of Duncan's recruits had done his duty, and ended the Blight, and Leliana, after discovering the young man's brother was still alive and able to retake Highever in the name of their family, wept.

(Present Day)

"Is… is it really you?" Leliana pressed her hand to his face, and the Hero of Ferelden leaned into the touch he'd missed for so long, bringing his hand up to hers.

"It is, my love."

"But… how? I-I saw you die!"

"I can't explain it myself. One minute, I was stabbing the Archdemon, the next… I was in Weisshaupt. And six years had passed. It felt like… a song had risen me from a long sleep." Aaron reached into his bag carefully and pulled out a white flower before holding it out to her. "And since then, when the Wardens weren't keeping me moving to keep me a secret, I've been trying to find you."

"Why did they want you kept a secret," asked the Inquisitor.

"I was brought back from death. I saw the Fade and potentially a way to stop the Blights permanently. I don't know why the Maker saw fit to bring me back of all people. I'm just… just a Warden. The Last Son of Highever…"

"They never told you, did they," asked Leliana. "Fergus survived Ostagar."

"He what?!"

"He's the current Teryn. And he's been trying to keep the peace there, but it's been difficult. He has the support of the local elves and commoners, but…"

"Let me guess… the nobles sworn to our family name have been trying to suppress them. Father had similar problems in the past. No doubt they think Fergus weak simply because he has no family left. I wish I could help him, but what I need to do right now is track a monster."

"Who is that," asked a woman with a Nevarran accent behind Leliana as she nodded to the hooded man behind the legendary hero. Aaron turned serious before turning to Bethany and Lavellan.

"Hawke take him to wherever the Inquisition will let us stay for the time being, please. And watch him carefully."

"Yes, Commander," said Bethany.

"Follow me, Sunshine," said Varric. "Let's get you and… him… situated, then it's off to brother dearest."

"Thank you, Varric." Aaron crossed his arms before looking at Leliana as they passed.

"How have you been," he asked. "I've tried finding you several times, but… Either the Wardens kept news of you from me or fate had other plans. I just…"

"Warden," said the Inquisitor. "We should get the resource acquisition underway. Leliana, get Cullen and Josephine, please. Our Warden Commander here needs resources in order to help find this… Predator."

"Wait," said Leliana. "Is this that same thing, the thing Sten found in the Brecillian Forest?"

"I think so," said the Warden.

"You've encountered this thing before," asked the Inquisitor.

"I wasn't sure. Our friend, Sten, swore to the Arishok that he saw… the trees moving on their own. Not the ents we encountered, but the still trees, moving their branches without moving their trunks. And eyes, floating in the air. Same thing we saw in the Emerald Graves."

"How would you fight this thing?"

"I hear you have a Qunari companion, Inquisitor."

The Iron Bull looked up from his pint of ale and grinned as the Inquisitor and a man with odd eyes walked over to him. "Hey," he exclaimed. "Boss! Sit down! Grab a drink!"

"Iron Bull," asked the man beside his employer.

"That's the name! Who's asking?!"

"A dead man back from the grave." Bull blinked in surprise as the man gave a Qunari salute. "Aaron Cousland."

"Holy… The Hero of Ferelden! Damn! Don't you humans stay dead?!"

"Not really, Chief," said a young man in the corner.

"So, why are you looking for me?"

"This is why." Aaron fished out a piece of paper and handed it to the Iron Bull. He looked at it as he sipped his ale and spit it out as he looked at its contents.

"This… this is…"

"A carefully guarded secret, I know. But I have a friend in the Qunari who helped me. A Sten."

"A Sten helped you acquire this?!"

"It took some convincing but considering the fact I had returned from death impressed his Arishok, and Sten vouched for my sense of honor, I was able to get this, with my promise that only I know of its composition. There's an invisible monster out there that's hunting the most dangerous beings it can find. Spells might not work I need a more… direct means of attack."

"What, you planning to…" Aaron shushed the Qunari before nodding to the people around them, some of them turning an attentive ear to them.

"What I need is your mind, and ears. I have a few ideas I'd like to pass by you."

"Something for closed doors. Got it." He handed the hero the paper before looking at the Inquisitor. "You seem to find the most interesting people, Boss."

"It seems so," said the Inquisitor. Aaron stepped out of the tavern of Skyhold and shook his head. The Inquisitor looked at him. "How long have you been hunting this… Predator?"

"Going on four months now. Started in Tevinter, close to Weisshaupt. It was me and my company. Originally we thought it was Darkspawn, or the random insane mage. Then we were picked off, one by one. And then we found… Him. By then, it was just me and Bethany."

"You refer to her by her surname in front of others. Why her first name in private?"

"Is that odd? In front of others, I'm her Commander. In private, we're friends and allies."

"Inquisitor," said a voice nearby. Both Warden and Inquisitor turned to the newcomer and saw Blackwall walking over. "The new mounts have arrived."

"Thank you, Blackwall."

"Blackwall," asked the Commander.

"Ah, yes. Warden Blackwall, you're from Highever, correct? Perhaps you've met? This is Warden Commander Aaron Cousland."

"Cousland? As in 'Hero of Fereldan', Cousland," asked Blackwall. Aaron stared at the man for a moment before looking at the hilt hanging from his back.

"I don't believe it…"

"What," asked Blackwall.

"Where did you find it…"

"What, this?" He pulled forward his sword and held it aloft. "It was a gift from the Inquisitor. She won it in a game of Wicked Grace."

"Won it in a… Are you kidding me?!" Aaron snatched the sword from the man's hand and held it in his own. He grinned as it shined with a blue glint in the sunlight. "Hello, old friend…"

"Old friend?"

"You don't know, do you? This blade is Starfang. Forged from a falling star and was crafted by the best smith in Denerim. It was the blade that killed the Archdemon on Fort Drakon."

"This blade did?!"

"It must've been blown away with the explosion. A random peddler must've come across it, thinking it was just another sword and the rest is history…"

"I can't believe it's as legendary as you say." Blackwall stared at it before nodding. "Since it was yours, guess it's only fair you keep it, then. Could never get a feel for it. Too damn heavy."

"You should've told me," said Lavellan.

"Didn't want you to think I didn't like the gift, Inquisitor." Aaron pulled the sword off his own back and tossed it to Blackwall.

"Here," he said. "Only fair you get my other sword. Rockslicer. You'll never find a keener edge. Found it in an old Dwarven Thaig."

"Thank you, Commander."

"No problem, Warden Blackwall."

"Come on," said the Inquisitor. "Leliana will have gathered my advisors by now." Aaron nodded and let her move ahead before pausing at Blackwall.

"I know you're not a true Grey Warden. We can feel each other and the Blight. I suggest you tell your leader soon, Blackwall, or whoever you are. I can recruit you if you wish. Give you a chance to be a true Warden rather than a fake one."

"You would do that?"

"As long as you tell the truth, yes. You could help us with our duties. The Wardens could use more men of honor."

"Thank you, Warden Commander. I will… consider that." Aaron nodded before following after Lavellan. When they entered the War Room, Aaron paused as he saw the three advisers.

"Warden Commander Cousland," said Lavellan. "These are my advisors. You already know Leliana, our Spymaster. This is Josephine Montilyet, our diplomatic advisor. And our Commander of the armed forces…"

"Cullen, right," asked Aaron. "I think I remember you from the Ferelden Circle incident." Cullen frowned.

"Not my… greatest moment," muttered Cullen.

"Calling for the murder of innocents rarely is." The former Templar winced slightly before averting his gaze from the intimidating, almost demonic, sight. "Now then…" The Warden Commander moved the three advisors aside before standing at the table and stood where Tevinter would've been. "The Predator was encountered by Tevinter soldiers near Weisshaupt, from there, it seemed to move south. It kept to places with high vegetation but avoided very cold environments if possible. It seems better suited to warmer climates but with a lot of places to hide, making it easier to hunt."

"What is it," asked Josephine.

"Still trying to track it. Some of the more senior Wardens who'd lived in Weisshaupt for a while and hadn't heard the Calling yet, or this false one apparently being heard."

"Which reminds me," said Leliana. "Have you heard it?"

"He'd need to fully have the Blight in order to do so," said Bethany at the door. Everyone but Aaron turned to the girl as she walked in.

"What do you mean?"

"When I killed Urthemiel, it killed the Blight in me," said Aaron. "I could still feel the Blight in others and in the Darkspawn, but I am no longer at risk of succumbing to the Blight myself. And…" Aaron paused before glancing at Leliana, hinting that this would be best spoken in private. "Hawke, is He secured?"

"He is," replied Bethany. "Bound and gagged."

"Always with the kinks." Aaron grinned slightly as she blasted a spell at his head. Leliana glanced between the two of them with slight suspicion before Aaron spoke up again.

"Back to the Predator. Bethany claims that there was no residual elements of the Fade on any of the sites we uncovered. But the attacks with burns in them all had the same distinction. Right through the body, armor and all. Even Silverite was seen to have been burned through. Other sites believed to have been Predator sites were filled with bodies, cleaved all the way through with short blades, heads missing. There was one that seemed to have grid markings cut into the skin, much like that of a net."

"What kind of net would be able to do that," asked Cullen.

"A metal kind," said Bethany.

"There's not a smith in the world able to do that!"

"Stranger things have happened," said Aaron. "A tear in the Fade, bringing spirits and demons to physical form, ancient Magisters returning to life and causing havoc…"

"You know about Corypheus," asked Leliana.

"That thing is back," exclaimed Bethany. Aaron turned to the members of the Inquisition.

"There was another ancient Magister about a year after the Battle of Denerim," he said. "The incident in Amaranthine. This Magister had been the Darkspawn that had awakened Urthemiel in the first place and later led to the Awakening of a Brood Mother under Amaranthine. The Warden Commander who was assigned to recruit more Wardens for Ferelden encountered this Magister, what happened to it is unknown, but the Brood Mother who started the Pseudo-Blight in Amaranthine was killed, that much is for sure."

"How many are there," asked Lavellan.

"Asking the wrong Warden." Aaron marked the table map of Thedas and trailed the markings from Tevinter to Orlais. "The Predator is drawn to areas with heat and war heavy in the air. Right now, it will avoid Ferelden as it's getting close to winter and fighting in the region has finally stopped, for the most part at least. The civil war in Orlais, however, isn't starting to die down any time soon, and then we have Tevinter where the Imperium and Qun continue to fight. It won't be long until the Predator moves back north to the Qunari Invasion once it runs out of suitable prey in Orlais. I give it at least three months before it moves back to the jungles in Tevinter. Before that happens, my team and I shall help the Inquisition however we can as long as you help us gather the funds and resources for what I need to potentially bring this thing down."

"What is it?"

"Hawke?" She placed a piece of paper in the Inquisitor's hand. "That is a list of everything I need. We found one witness who claimed to have spotted something. He was being shaken down by some Orlesian soldiers when they were attacked. He was spared, my theory is because he didn't have a weapon, and was knocked under his cart. He peered up through his cart and looked through a crystal and managed to see more movement than without its help. The crystal will hopefully help with that."

"And the other stuff," asked Leliana.

"A secret, for now, at least. A theory in my mind that I potentially got from the fade…" He turned to Leliana. "Can your people scout out where would be a nice ambush spot in Orlais and Tevinter?"

"My people are the best. They can find anything."

"I knew there was a reason I fell for you, mon cher." Leliana blushed with a smile before turning to the Inquisitor.

"I can send my scouts along the borders and find an opportune place for setting a trap for this thing."

"I think I can negotiate some deals and procure the items the Warden Commander needs, Ser Inquisitor," said Josephine.

"There's also the matter of protecting people from this thing until we catch it," said Lavellan.

"I can have our people acting as guards for the trade routes," said Cullen

"Have them throw down their weapons if something happens," replied Aaron.

"Tha-that would leave them defenseless!"

"This thing only attacks the dangerous people, whoever would be considered the better hunt. The Wardens it killed were scattered around a large area, some hunting it, and it hunting them in turn. Leading them away from each other, don't know how, but it was jarring seeing the bodies like that. Desecrated, headless, treated with respect only as a trophy for a killer… But the trader was given a single glance before it disappeared."

"So we protect the traders with our weapons from bandits and from this thing without, that's your plan?"

"They just need to know what to look out for. If one of them drops with a massive burn through their armor, the rest are to throw down arms and look around, they are not to engage. Leave that for us."

"They're going to be bait?!"

"They will be tools of observation. We need to know as much about this thing as possible!"

"Not at the risk of my men!"

"Then what would you suggest?! We can't rely on mercenaries who wouldn't follow those exact directions!"

"Gentlemen," exclaimed Lavellan. "Stop bickering, right now!" Aaron turned to her.

"Ma Serannas, Inquisitor. But he needs to see reason. Knowledge is power. The more we know about this thing, the more we can plan to kill it."

"Not at the cost of my men! Those are good men you're sending to die just to learn more about this thing!

"Why can't you just see reason?!" Everyone in the room besides Bethany looked around as the room shook. Bethany simply steadied a torch beside her so it wouldn't drop to the ground.

"You get used to that," she said. "He got angry often with the Captains."

"And the new recruits… Hawke thinks I should see a specialist."

"It's more for my safety than your own sanity, Commander."

"Keep with the jokes, Hawke, and you'll get it later."

"Sure I will."

"Back at the matter at hand, can your people get it done, Inquisitor?" Lavellan looked at the Warden and nodded.

"We will," she said before turning to her advisors. "Let's get to it, everyone." Aaron sighed and stood up straight. He turned to the doors as they were banged open and the woman he'd seen with Leliana as they entered the ancient fortress, dragging in the third member of his party and making him bring Starfang to the ready as she glared at him before addressing the Inquisitor.

"Inquisitor," she said. "This man is harboring a fugitive."

"A fact she already knows, Lady Seeker," said Aaron. "Let him go and keep that hood on, if you know what's good for you."

"You knew," asked Cassandra as she turned to her leader.

"I did," said Lavellan. "We came to an agreement. For the duration of their time hunting this… Predator… Warden Anders is to be given salvation. Once it's captured…"

"Dead. Once it's dead, he's all yours," said Aaron. Anders glared slightly at the Warden behind his hood before slumping his head in defeat. There was no point in arguing given his current situation. With the Commander's Lyrium Valaslin on his face and linked to the man's own on his wrist, he was in no position to run or barter for freedom, and deep down, he wasn't sure he didn't deserve it. Yes, he'd led the Mages to try for their independence, but in doing so, he caused the Templar-Magi War, leading not just Mages and Templars to die, but innocent civilians who were caught in the crossfire. Men, women… children… He was resolute in his decisions, he worked hard to start a revolution to free Mages from Templar oppression. And the blood of thousands were now on his hands because of it. And many of the mages he'd worked with had become Maleficar, just to fight the Templars.

"He must face justice," shouted Cassandra.

"And he will. But right now, I need him, and the Spirit inside him. Justice still inhabits him, and he may be able to help detect the Predator if the crystal solution doesn't work. After that, I will see he is punished by the powers that be, Lady Seeker." Aaron removed his glove again and made the Lyrium glow, forcing Anders to his knees with a shout of pain. Lavellan glared at the perversion of her people's ancient markings once more as the others stared. Bethany turned to Aaron.

"Given that hiding him didn't work…" she started before trailing off.

"I hear you have cells over a cliff. Anders can stay in one of those."

"My brother would just love that."

"I'm not here to please your brother, I'm here to get a job done." He turned to Leliana. "When the job is done, I will stick around." He cleared his throat. "If that's alright with all of you." Leliana smirked slightly before looking at Lavellan who sighed.

"Fine," she said. "But you better not cause any trouble, Lord Cousland."

"Wouldn't dream of it Inquisitor."

"I think that does it for this meeting," said Leliana. "We should get to work. Aaron, can we talk?"

"Of course. Hawke, secure Anders, if you please."

"Right," said Bethany. Aaron smiled before offering his arm to Leliana. The Bard rolled her eyes before hugging his arm to her and leaving the room with him as Bethany escorted Anders with Cassandra to the cells.

Up on the towers of the battlements, a figure stared down on bipedals below. Humans, Elves and Dwarves. It focused on one of the humans in particular. The one who'd been hunting him. "Warden Commander," it mimicked several times before trying another word. "Cousland. Cousland." The hunter grunted before moving into the now empty room and seeing a map of a portion of the world before looking at the area's he had been. It grunted before leaving, letting no one become aware of its presence as it left the open window nearby.