Seven days …. Seven days after she had left Skyhold. None of them had suspected a thing as they saw her passing them either in the hall or throughout the courtyard. They had all thought she was on one of her leisurely rides and would be back before nightfall, but then that came and went, and another, and another.
Cassandra slammed her fist into the wooden table in frustration. Where the hell had she disappeared too. Sitting down with a thud she could only gaze down at the crumpled old map which lay before her. They had searched everywhere, everywhere you could search without the common folk noticing. Taking the last drink of wine from her goblet, Cassandra stood straightening the sword on her side, she was going to talk to that sister once again.
Sitting in the opposite corner Varric studied the sister who sat on the other side of the small room. Frowning he studied her further in quiet contemplation. Of course Cassandra had questioned the poor woman to near death but still the sister kept quiet. Rubbing his chin he saw the shift of uneasiness of the sister as booted footsteps walked past the closed door.
"Well this is awkward." his voice broke through the silence echoing across the room, earning him a small nod from the sister who was now looking down at her feet. Shuffling in his seat getting more comfortable, "So sister … you do realise that seekers are not the type of people to let something go." He noticed she had begun playing with her fingers. Even he knew, from his own experience that Cassandra is one hell of a force when she got her mind on something. Once again they fell into silence.
"Ah my dear Cassandra."
"Dorian." she nodded noticing how the mage fell into step with her. After a few footsteps further she could not help but ask, "Going some where?"
"I thought I would speak to the sister." and there it was Dorian's charming, I will have my way, smile.
Cassandra could not bring herself to argue with him, she was already fighting off the ongoing headache that she had been suffering the past seven days. Making their way to the small room where the sister was, Cassandra noticed that the towers were slowly being repaired. She could not help but smirk as she remembered the very animated debate between Josephine and Tama as they discussed designs.
Approaching the door she could hear movement inside, looking over her shoulder she looked to Dorian who just nodded before both made their way into the room.
"Ahh Seeker … Speak of the devil." Varric grinned whilst nodding to Dorian who was busy inspecting the small space they had entered.
"Well isn't this charming." he smiled at the sister who was not making a move to look at any of them, smoothing out his robes, he sat down next to the sister when he noticed she moved a little away from him.
Sighing, Cassandra pinched her temple as she spoke, "Please sister … this is becoming tiresome, we need to know what happened between you and the inquisitor." Still the woman remained silent.
"Now my dear sister." Dorian crossed his legs whilst twisting his body slightly to face the silent sister, "How many days has it been? Locked up in this room. Do not worry I doubt the seeker here will feed you to the hounds." They all noticed the sister look up in horror, there was the reaction they needed.
"I will admit. I have considered it. This childish game needs to stop." Cassandra spoke matter of factly and crossed her arms meeting the sister's eyes.
Swallowing nervously, the sister rubbed her hands against her robes before she began speaking, "I did not harm the inquisitor. All I wanted to do was give her Andraste's blessing." She looked to each of them.
"So you are telling me .." Cassandra began, "That the inquisitor choked you to near death because you wanted to give her a blessing?" Something was not right. The voice in her head was warning her to tread carefully, the sister would not look this scared if she was telling them the whole truth.
Nodding the sister looked to Varric who only provided a small smile from his corner. "There must have been more." Dorian spoke making the sister turn her full attention to him. "You know she would have killed you." Dorian admitted tapping his fingers against his staff, "Heavens we could be attending your funeral now." he added earning him a scowl from Cassandra, however his tactic had worked before they knew it the sister was standing speaking animatedly with her hands, she began recalling the conversation between herself and the inquisitor.
"Unclean!?" Cassandra spoke it was only Varric's hand on her arm that was holding her back. Even he could not believe his ears as the story unfolded from the sister's lips. Turning to leave she turned back to the sister, "The inquisitor will decide your fate when she returns." and with that she left, shortly followed by Varric.
"Well well …" Dorian stood dusting his robes once more, "Someone has been a very bad sister." he smirked walking past the sister, he spoke over his shoulder, "So it is not only mage's you seem to think are unclean." he noticed her shiver as the temperature of room began to become cold, "You are very luck my dear, let us hope your luck doesn't run out when she returns." and with that he left the sister in the room, locking the door behind him. Gazing down at the key in his hand he could only imagine what Tama had thought. Sighing he began walking to his room, hopefully Solas and Cole will find some trace of Tama.
