Note: Please don't mind my elven...I tried!

Full Italics=Elven conversation

'Italics'=Thoughts

"Italics"=Elven phrases

A Family Reunion.

At dawn, everyone said their goodbyes to the Inquisition scouts. Asvhalla has been tending to the wounded and sick, intentionally avoiding Erelan.

"Are you sure it is better like this?" Lavellan asks.

"Yes. Just remember your word. She will be safe, yes?" Erelan replies, looking at Asvhalla.

"You have my word." Lavellan replies. Erelan looks away and smiles a little at Lavellan.

"Thank you." She said.

Lavellan and the group starts mounting up. People wave goodbye to them, thanking and cheering as they ride back to Haven. The ride back isn't as eventful like the time they walked towards The Hinterlands. Everyone is quiet, minds wandering off. Varric on the other hand, is the only one talking, trying to keep everyone's spirits up…well besides Cassandra's. At times you hear Cassandra yelling at Varric for a story that didn't make any sense. Varric could not hide his curiosity about Erelan.

"So. Where are you from?" He asks.

"Ferelden." She replies, simply.

"Ferelden huh? Your accent don't seem Ferelden." He said.

"Where do you think I come from, Master Tetras?"

"Well...I'd say somewhere not Ferelden. Also, you seem too proper to be a Ferelden."

"Are you saying Ferelden people aren't proper?"

"No. I'm just saying your far more exotic to be one."

"Exotic?" She quirks an eyebrow.

Lavellan, who has been listening to the whole conversation, slows her pace down. Solas also doing the same.

"Yeah." He replies. Erelan smiles politely.

"You got me Master Tetras, I am not from Ferelden, but I was born close to it." Varric laughs.

"So, you won't tell us?" He asks.

"I think...I will just let your imagination answer." Varric, starts thinking. She giggles a little. "I wish you luck, Master Tetras."

Varric is left speechless. Lavellan softly snickers, while Solas looks at Erelan.

'Still the same little sister...'

As night falls, they camp near a stream. Together they put up their tents to sleep in for the night. Each taking turn to guard for the a couple hours while others sleep. Morning comes. They eat their breakfast and pack their bags and tents and start heading to Haven. Now that they have horses, the trip took less time than before. They are only one night's rest until they reach Haven. Suddenly, it starts pouring,wind howling, thunder and lightning, startling the horses. Lavellan spots a huge sycamore tree up ahead.

"We should take shelter there!" She points. Everyone nods in agreement. Together they kicked their horses and dashed their way under the tree. Everyone starts dismounting and tying their horses around the branches.

"Ah, just great." Groaned Varric. "It would rain when we are close to our destination."

"At least it's not a blizzard." Lavellan replies, drying her with a towel.

"Guess you're right..." Varric replies. Drying Bianca. Solas looks up at the skies.

"Doesn't seem like the rain will stop anytime soon." He said.

"Then..We should at least set up camp…" Cassandra suggests.

"How do we do that without our things, blown away from this wind?" Varric asks.

"I can help with that." Erelan responds. She closes her eyes and clasps her hands together. As she pulls them apart a blue sphere grew and grew and grew until it covered almost all the space they stayed in, blocking the rain and wind.

"Now that…is what I call…handy-magic." Varric said.

"I can't hold it for long so better start setting up camp before I lose all my concentration and mana." Erelan responds, concentrating on holding up the shield.

Everyone starts to unpack and taking out tents and starts putting them up together. Within thirty minutes, two tents is ready for them to shelter in. Varric and Solas have their own tent and the women have their own. Erelan's shield dissolves when all of her mana were spent. She falls on her knees and holds herself. Lavellan gives her lyrium potion to drink, and she drinks the potion in one gulp. The women went into their tents to dry their soaked clothes. All three gathered around a lantern that kept them warm at least. Wearing only their smalls and a blanket around themselves. They sat in silence side by side, Erelan conjures up a small fire on her palm and a little bit of warmth and light spreads across the area.

"Cassandra…I never knew your breast…would be so…perky." Lavellan broke the silence.

"What?!" Cassandra exclaimed pulling her blanket closer to her breast.

"Well you always wore a steel plated armor…I never thought you would have a nice pair…of…melons under it." Lavellan replied.

"I…I…" Cassandra is left speechless. Her face, turning red like a tomato.

"Never thought I'd listen to a conversation like this." Erelan mussed.

"Well if I have to be honest…you also have nice ones, not big as Cassandra's but for an elf yours is considered big." Lavellan looks at Erelan, her eyes on her chest.

"Uh…m…" Erelan blushed and pulled her blanket closer to her chest also.

"I wish I have each of yours…" She sighed.

"That…would be an interesting sight, one breast bigger than the other." Erelan tried to picture it and laughed a little.

"I mean! One of yours! Either Cassandra's or yours!" Lavellan blushed and buried her face on her blanket.

"I don't think you would want to have my size; it is a hindrance when fighting." Cassandra said.

"Really? Even with a steel chest over?" Asked Erelan.

"Yes. It is very uncomfortable." Cassandra sighed looking at her own breast.

"Hhmm…maybe you just need to adjust your breast plate." Erelan suggested.

"Maybe." Cassandra replies.

"Have you tried to wrapping it?" Erelan asks.

"Never thought about it."

"Maybe you can try?"

Both women were too engrossed in their conversation that they didn't realize Lavellan standing up and sneaking up on them.

"BREAST CHECK!" She yells and grabs Cassandra's breasts. Cassandra yells in surprise.

"MAKER! LAVELLAN!" She yells as she fumbled on her spot. Erelan laughs and let her guard down. Lavellan quickly makes her way toward her and grabs her breasts.

"BREAST CHECK NUMBER 2!" Lavellan exclaims as she squeezed Erelan's breast.

"OH BY MYTHAL!" She scurried away from Lavellan and bumps into Cassandra. The fire on her hand disappears. Cassandra and Erelan look at eachother. Erelan whispers to Cassandra. Both women nod in unison. They look at Lavellan, and silently makes their way. She is too busy laughing, she didn't realize both women sneaking up on her. They both pounced on her, and pinned her to the ground, tickling her everywhere. Lavellan screams and begs for mercy but none would have it…yet.


Solas and Varric sat across from eachother both only wearing their pants. Varric writing on pieces of paper and Solas reading a book about how magic came to be, and its consequences. They both heard the screams and giggles from the women's tent.

"Well at least some of us are having fun." Muttered Varric.

"Do you want to join their games? Though I think they would just throw you out there in rain and I for one will not let you come back in soaking and wet." Solas said not looking up from his book as he flips a page.

"No, no. I'm fine right here. Besides I am writing an interesting turn of events for a new book I am working on." Varric smirks. Solas raised an eyebrow now looking at Varric with curiosity.

"I do hope you are not writing about THIS adventure of our group. If Cassandra finds out I think she would have your head cut off." Solas returned reading.

"I have a plan on that, have her sign an agreement about the book and my head is safe!" Varric said with a content grin on his face.

"I don't think she is that gullible to agree." Solas flipped another page.

"Maybe I can just ask the Herald. Those two seem to be close friends, and if Cassandra asks I can just tell her Lavellan agreed."

"And ruin a friendship that was built?" Asked Solas, raising an eyebrow still reading the book.

"Yeah…you're right…that is cruel." Varric sighed and stopped writing and just stared at the paper. "What if I changed the names?" He looked at Solas.

"You could…but it doesn't take that long to know whose adventures it is, they will figure it out and probably hunt you down." Solas replied. "Also…I wouldn't want to be portrayed in any of your books." Solas flipped another page.

"Aw…don't worry chuckles I won't put your bright personality into turmoil." Varric grinned at Solas.

"You will not put me in any of your books Master Tethras. I will hunt you down myself if I found out you did." Solas warned Varric with a grim look. Varric shrugged his shoulders and put his hands up in defeat.

"I do have one question." Varric started.

"No." Solas retorted.

"But I haven't even-"

"The answer is No."

"You don't even know what I'm about to ask."

"Still no." Solas turned another page.

"Fine." Varric shook his head, and grumbled to himself.

"One question." Solas said closing his book and looking at Varric.

"Are you having feelings for our certain Herald, chuckles?"

"No." Solas replied abruptly, and opening his book again to read.

"Are you sure? You have been staring at her since she the day you met her." Varric said.

"That is more than one question." Solas said.

"Fine. Fine." Varric chuckled and returned to reading his scrolls.

The room fell silent again and all they hear is the rain pouring down, and wind howling. Varric stretched and retired on his bedroll. Solas put his book down and laid on his bedroll. He stares at ceiling and sighs. He closed his eyes and waited for the fade to take him.

Back in the women's tent, they are now laying down in their own bedrolls. Cassandra, first to fall asleep starts snoring softly. Lavellan laid on her side and slowly drifted to sleep. Erelan still awake, sits on her bedroll. She stares outside from the crack of the tent and sees the wind has died down and the rain is slowly dissipating. Content, she lays down, closes her eyes and slept a dreamless night as exhaustion took over.


Morning comes and everyone already ate their breakfast and pack for the short trip back to Haven. Varric is the first to see the gates.

"Ah...finally booze and...more booze!" He exclaims.

"Is booze the only thing you think about?" Cassandra asks.

"No. I also think about who owes me money." Varric grins. Cassandra rolls her eyes.

"I'm just glad to be back. I miss my soft warm bed." Lavellan said.

"I thought the Dalish are used to sleeping on the hard floor?" Erelan asks.

"Well...we are. But...in my case...I love the bed!" Lavellan replies, smiling. Erelan smiles back.

"It shouldn't be long now." Solas said.

"Last one to arrive owes everyone a drink!" Varric said, as he gallops his way.

"No fair! You cheat!" Lavellan calls out, as she goes after him.

Everyone else shakes their head and they make their way too. Lavellan kicks her horse, and starts going faster. Varric, not too far from her. Cassandra, not wanting to lose, kicks her horse to go faster. Solas and Erelan side by side not far from them. Solas looks at Erelan and she looks back. She grins at him and kicks her horse. She pasts him, and Varric, catching up to Lavellan and Cassandra. Solas shakes his head and kicks his horse. He passes Varric as he starts catching up to the women. Finally, they reached Haven quarter to noon. The guards greets them with a salute as they passed by.

"First!" Lavellan exclaims, catching her breath. Erelan is next to arrive, along with Cassandra and Solas. Varric arrived last.

"Well...a bet is a bet. I lost. I owe all of you a drink." He said, smiling. Lavellan laughs.

They trot their way towards the stable. All the villagers greets them as they passed by. People starts looking at Erelan, some pointing and others whispering to eachother. Lavellan and party stopped at the stables and found Dennet already caring for the horses. They get off their mounts and gave the horses to Dennet to take care. The advisors came walking to greet their arrival. Leliana was the first person to notice Erelan.

"So this is the woman. Cassandra wrote about who joined the Inquisition." Eyeing Erelan.

"Yes she is." Lavellan replies.

"If you don't mind. I'd like to ask questions first." Leliana said, looking at Erelan.

"No I don't mind." She responds.

"Welcome to the Inquisition." Josephine step forward. "I am Josephine Montileyet ambassador of the inquisition."

"Pleased to meet you, I'm Erelan." Erelan bowed her head.

"I am Commander Cullen, leader of the inquisition forces." Cullen introduced himself. Head held high.

"Pleasure, Commander." Erelan bowed her head.

"I'm Sister Leliana." Leliana bowed slightly. Erelan bowed back.

"I think this is enough of the pleasantries for now, Herald we have matters to attend to. We heard about what Mother Giselle asking you to go to Val Royeaux to meet with the chantry? Please let us discuss more of this in the war room." Josephine urges her towards the Chantry.

"I will call for you, Mistress Erelan." Leliana said before leaving.

"I will wait for it." She replies.

Cassandra, Cullen and Leliana catches up with Josephine and Lavellan. Together they walk towards the Chantry.

"Well, that's my cue to go get my drink!" He looks over towards Solas and Erelan. "Care to join?"

"No, thank you Master Tetras." Erelan replies.

"Same." Solas replies.

"Alright. Also...just Varric will do Raven." He winks at Erelan.

"Raven?" She looks at him.

"Ah...just a nickname I come up with, like chuckles for Solas." Varric replies. Erelan raises an eyebrow and looks at Solas, then back to Varric.

"But...he rarely...smiles."

"Exactly. Fits him perfectly!" Varric laughs.

"Ah. Why Raven?"

"Well...your hair...and your mysteriousness." Varric thinks. "Actually...I have to rethink your nickname."

"I wish you luck then...Varric." Erelan smiles.

Varric chuckles and waves goodbye to both of them as he makes his way to the tavern for a drink. Solas turns his head to look at Erelan. She in turn looks back. He nods slightly, and gestures his hand towards a path.

"Lead the way." She said.

"Ma nuvenin."

Solas starts walking the path, leading Erelan towards a forest behind Haven. Solas walks with hand clasped behind his back. Erelan follows silently and looking around the area. Haven is definitely different from Hinterlands. Snow covered the entire area, mountains of snow piled up. Pine trees, bushes and rocks all covered with snow. After walking for a mile and a half Solas stops on a port. He turns around and looks at her. Erelan looks at him. Silence. He seems confused as to what to ask first, or even say. Erelan smiles at him.

"Ma' fenor isa'ma'lin." She starts. "How long are you going to stare at me?" She teases.

"Ir abelas, it has been forever…and I have so many questions." Solas looks down.

"I know you do…and you should know I do as well." She replies stepping closer towards him. She lifts his chin up and spoke softly. "Fen'Harel."

"Lileath. Ma fenor asa'ma'lin." He replies as he hugs her tight. "In all my years, I never thought I'd see you again." Surprise, she hugs back.

"Never in my life thought the feared Dread wolf has a sensitive side." She laughs. Solas pulls away chuckling at her comment. He gestures her to sit. He holds out his hand as she takes and and settles on the edge of a bridge that was once used as a boating port. He sits next to her, looking out the horizon.

"Isa'ma'lin, you should know I have questions about what happened to Arlathan, but for now I will answer your questions first. So go ahead."

"I searched for you long ago, but could not find you. Where were you?"

"I was sleeping in a forest outside of the city. Wandering the fade."

"I see. I thought you died...along with the others."

"No, ir abelas. I did not mean to make you worry."

"Tel abelas...it was not your fault." He replies. "Please continue."

"I was happily wandering the fade, when my body tugged my spirit. I awoke, heart pounding. I heard screams from afar. I ran towards the edge of a cliff." She pauses for a bit then continues. "I saw...Arlathan...in flames. I ran as fast as I could. The closer I got..." She closes her eyes and visions of that event played in her head. Solas could not bring himself to comfort her, he knows too well it would not change anything. It was his fault Arlathan fell. She turns to him.

"Fen...it was horrible. Our people...laid on the ground bloody, some burnt. The smell of death..."

"I know...I am sorry." He said. She stares at him, eyes wandering. She takes his hand and holds it with hers. "Where did you go?"

"I wandered...for a while, looking...for our family...but I could not find them. I searched for you, but I could not find you. So, I went inside my chamber and locked myself in. In that moment I took my foci and let myself fall into Uthenera. When I woke up, everything changed. The temple was in ruins covered in vines and surrounded by trees. You can imagine my shock when I walked out of the temple and saw everything changed. I left my foci in the temple for I was too weak to hold it. I was walking aimlessly, hoping and searching for our people. I came across a couple; elves, they were at the time speaking in a language I did not understand. I guess they saw my confusion and tried speaking in elvhen. The took me in. Later I found out I was in Emerald Graves, Shems apparently run that place. They were kind enough to share their food and clothing with me. I will never forget them." She smiles at the memory. "Months passed as I kept wandering. I was hoping to find a place I know or at least recognize but no luck. I ended up in Hinterlands, I saw that abandoned house by that field and made it my own. I kept to myself until I met Asvhalla, she wanted me to make potion that can kill her instantly. I took pity and instead offered her another solution. I taught her what I know and from there…history." She looks at Solas and smiles.

"When did you wake from your uthenara?" He asks, looking at her.

"A year ago...or so." She replies.

"Then...you were awake while I was awake..." Solas said. "Why did you not contact me? In the fade? Why now?"

"I was still weak ma'lin. Also...my power has not been the same since I awoke. I could not willfully just wander the fade, as I used to."

"The Veil..." He whispers. Erelan stares at him.

"Fen...ma'lin...you know something...I don't?" Solas nods. "But...you won't tell me?"

"Yes. You have the right to know." She nods.

"But...before you do...I am surprised to find you...well...with no hair." She giggles. Solas lets out a chuckle.

"I forget, you always have ways to turn a serious conversation into something else. And I have reasons." Solas answered scratching his scalp. "You know my hair takes a lot of grooming, and… I have to hide who I am to these people."

"Ah…I do recall…the couple I met said something about 'May the Dread Wolf never hear your steps.'" She said. "Tell me…What DID happen to Arlathan."

"Mythal…was murdered." Solas replied with a hint of pain in his voice. Erelan's eyes went wide. Shock. For a moment she couldn't find her voice.

"By who?" She finally managed to ask.

"One of Evanuris." He said gravely. "In that moment I created the Veil and banished them forever."

"Then...a war between our family...all those...innocent people..." Solas nods. "Do you know who it was...who murdered our mother?" He shakes his head. "I see..." She looks up at the sky. "The anchor...on the Herald. I know it's your magic. How did she come to it?"

"I awoke from my slumber a year before…I could not open my orb and sought out help. I sent an agent to give my Foci to a Tevinter mage." He stops for a moment. "My plan was to bring down the Veil and restore OUR world. In carelessness I did not foreseen the Magister to know the secrets of immortality till it was too late." He shook his head. "Whatever his plan was however was interrupted by Lavellan, how my mark came upon her that I do not know…at least for now." Erelan closes her eyes and sighs. "I understand if you are angry at me. I take the blame." Solas said.

"You always were rash in your decisions." She chuckles. "I have no reason to be angry at you, ma'lin. I am…heartbroken that Mother is gone." She replied.

"No…she lives on in one of her Vessels." Solas said. Erelan opens her eyes and stares at him, searching his face to see if he is telling the truth.

"Then-?" She starts.

"She lives but no one knows she exists. It must stay that way, and US being one of the Evanuris must be hidden." He said, reassuring her that this is a secret that must be kept. Erelan nodded, confirming everything they have talked about and who they are is a secret. Solas stands up and offered his hand to her, Erelan happily takes his helping hand.

"So...what now?" She asks.

"For now...we must act as...a teacher and student." She raises an eyebrow.

"Let me guess...you are the teacher and I the student?"

"Yes. Is that a problem?"

"What pray tell...are you suppose to teach me? Magic? We both know my skills are already...past that of a teacher."

"Ah...but I am going to teach you...how to channel your magic through...a staff."

"Oh." It was all she could say. Solas smiles.

"Remember...the mages now need a staff to channel their magic."

"Then...I am in your care. Hahren."

"We should head back to the village, before they wonder where You are." He said after helping her up.

"Only Me? Do they not care for you?" She asks raising an eyebrow at him.

"Well…they know I venture off alone, and I'm sure they would want to get to know you…Da'len." With a smirk on his face.

"Oh? Well then…they will have to wait a little longer as I stay here for a while. Arriving together would not be wise…Hahren." She replies with a grin. Solas shakes his head and plants a soft kiss on her forehead. He makes his way back to the village. Erelan stays behind looking her horizon.

Erelan stretches her arms and starts walking back to the village. She picked up elfroots along the way. Sounds of men shouting, swords and shields clanking is heard as she makes her way. She looks around and sees soldiers training with each other.

"You there! Fight like your life depends on it!" She hears someone shout. She looks around and notices Commander Cullen standing, giving orders, looking at papers and handed them back to a soldier. She slowly makes her way towards him.

"You look like you're enjoying yourself Commander." She calls out. Cullen stops reading and looks up. He sees her walking towards him.

"Does it look like that?" He asks.

"Hmm...from my point of view." She replies, stopping next to him.

"Well…we have a lot of things to do, with all these Demons, open rifts and expanding the inquisition." He said giving the paper back to the soldier.

"Hmm…I see." She said. Staring at the recruits. Cullen notices she is carrying a lot of elfroot in her hands.

"What are you planning to do with those?" He asks pointing at them.

"Oh, this? I…actually have no idea…I just picked them up while walking around the area." She replies looking down at them.

"Old habit I presume? From Lady Cassandra's reports, it says you are a talented healer." He said. Erelan laughs.

"You could say that. Talented healer? I don't think so, there are probably better healers out there than me." She replies.

"And modest too." He said smirking at her. She looks up at him. He is taller than she expected. Broad chest and shoulders, golden hair, his striking amber eyes.

'His good looking…for a Shem.'

"If I don't know any better commander…I think your flirting with me." She teases.

"Wha-? I-I…no I'm not trying to- I mean- Makers breath." Cullen blushes and rubs the back of his neck. Erelan giggles. A soldier stops by and gives him another paper to read and sign.

'Cute...'

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable Commander." She said. Cullen clears his throat.

"Oh no, please don't worry. Please just call me Cullen." He said looking at her. Erelan looks back at him and felt her face blush. Immediately she looks away.

"You may call me Erelan." She replies. A soldier approaches and hands him a stack of papers.

"Commander Sir, here are the lists for the new recruits and lists for the things we need." Cullen turns his head and takes the papers. He looks at Erelan.

"Excuse me, I have to tend to this." She nods, as he walks away with the soldier.

Erelan stared at Cullen until he disappeared into the crowd. She smiles to herself and walks inside the village. It just dawned on her that she doesn't know where she will be staying. Also, Leliana is suppose to call for her. No word yet on when. She looks around the area and sees Solas and Lavellan talking. She slowly makes her way towards them. The closer she got, she realizes Lavellan and Solas are disputing about the Dalish culture.

"What's your problem with the Dalish, Allergic to Halla?" Lavellan spoke.

"They are children acting out stories, misheard and repeated wrongly a thousand times." Solas replied.

"Oh, but you know the truth, right?" Lavellan replied sounding smug.

"While they're passing stories mangling details, I walked the fade. I have seen things they have not." Solas replied.

"Ir abelas Hahren, if the Dalish have done you a disservice I would make that right." She said regretfully.

Before they could talk more, Solas notices Erelan walking and looks towards her. Lavellan follows his gaze and sees Erelan. Lavellan smiles and skips towards her, meeting halfway.

"Erelan! I see you found some elfroots!" She beamed.

"Ah…Yes, old habits die hard I suppose." She replies looking at her picks.

"No worries, we can have Adan, the apothecary guy, use them. I'm sure he would be delighted to have some materials." She takes the elfroots from Erelan and runs toward Adan's cabin. Erelan walks towards Solas and stops next to him. She gives him a questioning look. Solas shrugs his shoulders.

"She was interested in my opinion about Elven culture, and— " Erelan cuts him off.

"Your Pride took over." She gives him a slight smirk. Solas sighs and nods in agreement. Lavellan walked out from Adan's cabin and grabbed Erelan's arm and pulled her away from Solas, clearly ignoring the fact he is there. Erelan looked back at Solas who stayed standing in his place and she gave him a small smile. She and Lavellan walked arm in arm together.

"May I know where we are going?" Erelan asked.

"Away from that insufferable, unappreciative apostate." She replied with spite.

"Oh…I see." Erelan smiled to herself and understood all too well what she meant.

"Also, I have to show you where you sleep, the advisors are happy to have you join the inquisition after telling them about what happened at your place." She said.

"They know…I'm a mage then?" Erelan asked.

"That and a powerful one…and they know you have healing abilities. Cassandra did not leave any details behind." Lavellan replied recalling the meeting in her head.

"I understand." Erelan smiled at her. "So…where do I sleep?"

"Not far." Lavellan answered smiling back at her.

They passed Lavellan's cabin and walked towards a cabin that is adjacent to hers. Lavellan opens the door and leads Erelan inside. The cabin is simple, bed by the wall, a small fireplace, table and two chairs opposite from the bed, and a small dresser. Erelan notices her bag ontop of the bed already placed along with her staff leaning on on the wall. She walks around the place and get the feeling of it. Lavellan sits on the bed and stares at her, worried that she may not like her place.

"I know its…not as big as your house back in Hinterlands, but I hope you like it." She said.

"They may not be the same, but I love it. I find it perfect. It is cozy and feels…like I'm home." Erelan replied sitting next to Lavellan.

"Great! I told the advisers to make it feel home to you. They did not disappoint." Lavellan smiled widely that made her eyes look like its twinkling.

"Well…I should properly give my thanks to them when I see them." Erelan said.

"You will get a chance." Lavellan replies.

"Did...Sister Leliana mentioned when she wanted to question me?" Erelan asks.

"No, she did not. I'm sure she will send someone over."

"Oh...I see."

"Don't worry. You'll be fine. She always questions anyone who joins the Inquisition."

As Night approaches, Haven is now glistening with lights from cabins and torches. The tavern, packed with people, and music playing. Everyone drinking, laughing telling stories and jokes with each other. Lavellan, Cassandra, and Varric are sitting together around a table, along with Erelan. Varric, telling them one of his stories. Solas declined to join the group, they have gotten used to it after multiple times of asking him to join them. Erelan had fun getting to know each of them and in turn they got to know more about her. The only difference is; she is cautious about every word she says. She has to keep her true identity hidden. Cassandra starts planning their journey to Val Royeaux tomorrow. Lavellan groans, telling Cassandra that she is a party crasher. Cassandra defended her statement telling her that it is important. The group agreed that they will bring the same group to Val Royeaux. Lavellan apologized to Erelan for excluding her on the mission. Erelan understood completely, she did just join recently and she did ask to be stationed mostly in Haven as a healer. Hours passed and the Tavern is now almost empty, aside from drunken snores and the workers cleaning up. Varric is already drunk when Cassandra pulled him towards his cabin. Lavellan and Erelan walked together in silence enjoying the cool breeze. They bid each other goodnight and went into their cabins, tomorrow is a new day.