More and more she grew accustomed to the language and more and more Solas found that he is not the only one to seek her for conversation. On multiple occasions he has spotted Varric, The Iron Bull, Dorian or Blackwall talking to her. He's also heard that the Seeker had tried to interrogate her and Josephine had politely requested her cooperation for another flight session for some quests.

The ones who have kept away from the harpy were not a surprise to him. Vivienne who has similar if not the same opinions as the Inquisitor has still seen her as some pet much like how she sees Cole. Sera also had some strange views on the creature. She was all for the 'womanly bits' she said but then it started talking 'nonsense'. Commander Cullen is perhaps still iffy on trusting her after she had killed some of his men upon being captured.

As for the Inquisitor? Well the man barely acknowledged her as being an intelligent creature. He sees her only as his pet to scare away any and all who dare to challenge the Inquisition and today is the first day, she will be taken out for her first mission.

The Inquisitor and his party are heading to Crestwood to meet up with the Champion of Kirkwall and his warden friend. On this party: Blackwall, Varric, and after much persuasion and a bit of reluctant begging, Solas. The Inquisitor initially wanted to bring Vivienne, but eventually found that Solas would be better suited to watch over the harpy.

Relieved to be going with, he spoke with Bull the night before they were scheduled to leave.

"It was a good idea for you to go. I heard there was a dragon sited near Crestwood Village. I don't doubt he'd like to make her try to fight it."

Solas nodded as he sat back in his chair, "I'm sure Varric or Blackwall would have guarded her. She has made friends of them."

"Hasn't she? She's good for conversation, even heard her giving advice to Cassandra and I've been learning of her people. At least what I can make out from our conversations."

Solas raised a brow, "She tells you about her people?"

The Iron Bull chuckled clearly seeing the elf's jealousy and shook his head, "She told me about the whole trust culture they have. Ben-Hassrath are good for making you speak without you knowing, remember?

"Anyway, I found that what they have is some sort of patriarchal tribe. The 'Patre' seems to be some shaman elder of sorts. A storyteller. And he knows knowledge of the 'outsiders' that no other of her kind do."

Solas processed this new information in his head. Should he reveal his findings? Will she be upset if he told anyone? How would she know if he told anyone? He's already good at keeping secrets.

"I also found out that she is older than she looks," The Iron Bull mused, "She is either wise beyond her years, or her people have found some fountain of youth. Anyway, I'll let you go. You have a long journey ahead of you tomorrow. Good luck, Solas."

"Thank you."

All of Skyhold was met with a rude awakening the next morning. Hard showers were slowing down the packing of the caravan and horses. The harpy was going to be transported in a large mobile cell. One usually used for slaves.

While everyone else seemed to loathe the cold showers, the harpy was happily singing and humming as she obediently followed instructions and moved into the open cell.

"Are we going far?" She asked with a hint of excitement once Solas rode next her on his horse.

"Crestwood. Have you heard of it?"

She pouted in thought and chirped happily, "Great lake. Shape of rabbit."

Varric chuckled on her other side, "That's what Curly said! It does look like a rabbit."

She giggled and gave a toothy grin one that Solas couldn't help but return.

The journey to Crestwood was a few days, he mostly stayed in the back of the caravan with her. She was impatiently marching in the cage, when they reached the warmer environment away from the chill of the Frostback Mountains.

"Look at her. She's probably itching to get out," Blackwall commented when they stopped for camp. As per the Inquisitor's instructions she will continue her training and be allowed out of her cell a maximum of one hour a day. She cooperated respectfully and spent most of those hours with Solas usually away from the camp.

"You have been to Crestwood before?"

"Yes. It is good place for harvesting," she commented nibbling on a berry she found.

"The Inquisitor mentioned Crestwood has been suffering due a large rift created by the Breach. He also a dragon has been causing problems. I suggested we stay clear of them for safety, but he is a brash man. He most likely wants to slay it while we're there-"

"Slay the dragon? Why? What has dragon done to him? Dragons mean no harm, why slay it? He has no right."

Solas was a bit startled by her outburst, and he grew confused at her worried expression, "Is there something wrong with slaying the dragon?"

"Yes!"

"And may I ask why?"

She bit her lip and hummed softly to herself in thought, her eyes piercing his as her pupils turned to slits, "Dragons are important to us," she started softly, trusting him with more knowledge of her people perhaps, "they help us survive."

He didn't get to ask any more questions after that. They were called back to camp, guiding her back to her cell and they all started moving again. He was yearning to learn more and frustrated that he couldn't ask her out of respect for her culture. Patience is a virtue.

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