It had been a few weeks since the Inquisition had become residents in Haven. Commander Cullen Rutherford stood outside near the training camp outside of Haven, looking up at the sky. The Herald was due to return with a new recruit, an ally the Hero of Ferelden spoke of in a letter. Someone from her clan, a Kala Sabrae, who was a mage, willing to help if they only asked. Cullen didn't like the idea of bringing in another mage; they had enough already since the Herald had chosen to side with the mages on closing the Breach. They were too unpredictable, too open to possession.

A roar in the sky forced him out of his thoughts as a beautiful and terrifying dragon- scales as blue as the sea- landed just outside of the training camp, near the lake.

"Maker's breath!" he said, drawing his sword and shield. "Sound the alarm!"

"Commander, wait!"

Cullen looked up to see the Herald sliding off the back of the dragon. "Herald? What is the meaning of this?"

The Herald smiled. "It's alright, she's a friend." She replied, coming up to him with the dragon not far behind her.

Cullen looked up at the dragon as she leaned her headed down and stared him in the eyes.

"This is your Commander?" the dragon asked, her voice an slight echo as she spoke with the magik she used.

"Yes, Kala. You remember him from your time in Kirkwall, do you not? He was the Knight-Captain, then Knight-Commander when Meredith died."

"Yes, I remember. The little Templar who saved Kirkwall after the Chantry was destroyed. I saw your Commander a few times when my cousin, Merrill, and I visited the Gallows to trade supplies." The dragon looked at the Herald for a moment. "Oh, Nina, you said Varric was here?"

Nina chuckled. "Yes, probably in the tavern. He likes to hang out there with a few of our new friends."

Cullen glanced over at the Herald, amazed at how unfazed she was by all this, and when he looked back he found the dragon to be gone and in her place a beautiful young elven woman, hair as blue as the icy glacial peaks and eyes as blue as the sea, wearing a teal and black gown that was comprised of a protective collar around her neck with straps that connected to the sleeves and the rest of her gown. She stared at him. "Maker's breath..."

The elven woman looked at him, as close to his face as the dragon had been. "Hello, Cullen. It is good to see you again."

Cullen nodded, recognizing her from her trade visits to the Gallows back in Kirkwall. She came several times a week.

She leaned back and put her hand forward. "I am Kala Sabrae, if you have forgotten over the years. I will be joining the Inquisition at the request of your Herald"

Cullen blinked and shook her hand. "Well, welcome to the Inquisition, Lady Sabrae."

Kala shook her head. "No, Commander. I am no noblewoman worthy or born to that kind of title. I am just Kala, a mage from the Dalish Clan, Sabrae. There is nothing special about me."

He looked at her. 'She's such a curious creature... Perhaps it wouldn't be a bad thing having another mage around... No, she's still just as likely to be possessed as any other mage...'

"Commander, if it wouldn't trouble you, might I have my hand back?"

Cullen looked down and realized he was still gripping her hand. "Oh, yes. Please forgive me." He let go of her hand and rubbed his neck, blushing. "Welcome, Kala. The Herald will take you to the Chantry, we have your room set up."

Kala bowed her head in a respectful manner and looked at Nina. "We should leave the Commander to his duties, Nina."

Nina smiled and nodded. "Right, come with me then Kala. I'll show you to your room. Cullen, meeting in the war room in one hour. I have some reports to go over with you."

Cullen nodded and watched as Kala and Nina walked towards the village, Kala's braided blue hair shining in the light.

"Commander, is that the Hero's cousin?" Rylen said, coming to him.

Cullen nodded. "Aye. That is Kala Sabrae. How is it that you know of her?"

Rylen shrugged. "I looked into her, just to be safe since she's another mage."

"What did you find?"

"She's the Hero's cousin, from Clan Sabrae, and a mage obviously. Beyond that, the clan is secretive like any other of the Dalish, but there is a rumor about Kala."

"Oh?"

"They say she was blessed by the Creators with the gift of the ancient dragon's magik. They say one day before she was born she was touched by the Creators. When she was born, her hair was blue as glacial ice and her eyes were blue as the seas. She is skilled in cold magik and shapeshifting magik, as we saw when she arrived. She's become known to the Dalish as the 'Dragoness'."

Cullen looked after her as she and Nina stopped by the gates to speak with a few of the Heralds companions. She stood out from everyone else there, but it wasn't just the blue hair. There was definitely something different about her.

"Ser?"

"You are dismissed, Rylen. I will leave you in charge for the rest of the day. I have a meeting with the Herald and some things to attend to myself."

Rylen saluted and nodded, leaving the Commander to himself.

Cullen watched as Kala looked back at him, dipping her head respectfully. He dipped his head in return, curious as to how she came to be in the Inquisition. 'Maker willing, it'll be worth finding her.'