Soora and Solas found their way back to the temple, it took longer than expected – which made Soora anxious knowing Dirthamen could be here at any second. Solas explained what they saw, to everyone – they both decided no more secrets from their friends. Solas figured that since the siblings had been trailing them, unknown for how long exactly, they could trust their friends. Solas explained, in quick detail, about Andruil and her siblings, but still didn't understand why they needed both Flemeth and himself.

"It doesn't matter why they need you!" Sera spoke, standing up from her bedroll, "We need to think of a plan. Dirtha...menana could be watching us now!"

"Sera's right." Bull rubbed the back of his neck, "We should attack them before they attack us."

Soora shut her eyes as the Well started to scream at her again. Growling, she pushed herself off the floor and started pacing around the fire, rubbing her temples with her palms – rubbing soothing ice magic, like Solas had done before to her. She could feel Flemeth's eyes on her, feel the disappointment of a dud elf holding the power of her Well. Her friend, thankfully, chose to ignore her. They know when Soora would need them, for now they continued to think of plans and collaborate. The Well continued to scream in her mind, the magic was not helping.

"Listen." Solas placed a hand on her shoulder, standing behind her. The sudden touch made Soora stop pacing, standing stiff. "Just listen to the Well. Focus past the yelling, the language barrier, just listen. You've done it before, you didn't realize it at the time. You just need to relax."

She saw Flemeth glare at Solas, shaking her head. Was Solas not supposed to help her? His grip tightening on her shoulder, "You can do it, vhenan."

Soora nodded before closing her eyes, taking her palms away from her forehead. She cringed, the voices speaking louder. The magic did help a little. Solas grabbed her wrists, knowing Soora was going to use magic against her forehead again.

"Relax and listen. Do not fight the voices, you only make it worse."

Soora lost count of how long she stood there, her friends watching her intently, Flemeth's glare burning into her soul, but she felt calm, Solas' thumb tracing small circles against her wrist calmed her even more as she listened to the Well. It spoke in elven, her trying hard not to translate it herself. She recognized Sylaise, the well was speaking of her – her weaknesses, her strengths, what scared her, what made her furious. How much information had Mythal given her priests to place into the Well?

"Sera—"

He is here. Be cautious. Soora nodded to herself, taking note the sudden change in atmosphere.

"Sera...you and Dorian will take Falon'Din. He is pompous and will taunt you with every move you make. Just take him down as quickly as possible. Bull, Cass and Morrigan will take on Sylaise, she's is much like Falon'Din but will not taunt you – she will take notice of your weaknesses and use them against you. Solas and Varric will take June, I will take Dirthamen and Flemeth will take Andruil. June is a craftsmen, expect him to have things hidden away that you will not see until last minute. Never put your guard down." Soora rubbed the back of her neck and stepped away from Solas.

"For now, we will relax. Get ready for the battle to come. Sleep if you want, eat, drink – whatever...just relax."

She thanked the Creators, even though she hated their guts right now, that she had friends who understood what she had done. She was happy to see Morrigan understood as well, a small nod before pulling out her bedroll.

Soora turned to Solas and smiled, "I need to sleep. We'll talk later, okay?" She kissed him on the cheek before going over to her own bedroll. Once her head hit the ground she fell asleep, even for a short period, she needed that small amount of sleep.

"Dirthamen left and is reporting back to his siblings of everything we talked about. Now, the real plan." Soora pushed herself off her bedroll, having woken up a little white prior, noticing the sudden shift in atmosphere. It had been almost four hours since Soora had finished speaking to her friends about the plan, she was happy Dirthamen took the bait. Soora's companions gathered around the fire, listening intently on the plan to come.

"Sera and Bull, you two will take Sylaise." Soora spoke with new found confidence, looked towards her friends, "She's reckless and will do whatever it takes to kill you. Sera, you can easily tell what her next move will be, she thinks much like yourself."

"That isn't a compliment." Sera crossed her arms, pouting.

"It might not be and I apologize for that, but it will give us the upper hand against her. I was not joking before when I said she was much like Falon'Din, she will notice your mistakes and use it against you. Sera does the same. She is a mage, they all are, but she relies mostly on her bow and arrows. Sera, you will be in charge of your group. Work together, you both known each other's strengths and weaknesses. Bull, work with Sera on that throwing think you always wanted to try." Soora looked over the rest of her friends.

"Varric and Morrigan...you three will take June." Soora bit her lip and furrowed her brows as she stared down at the fire. She wished she'd brought her other companions along now. She looked up at the Eluvian that stood in the back of the room. She shook her head, it would be too much of a risk to leave – Dirthamen could be watching right now, waiting for a chance to attack. "June has daggers, knives, full body armor. He will most likely have them poisoned as well. Do not stay on one place too long and do not let your guard down. He is calculated and he will not show mercy. Watch each others backs. Morrigan, you're in charge."

"Understood, Inquisitor." Morrigan nodded to her, crossing her arms. "I know of a poison that will render anyone paralyzed if enough is introduced into the bloodstream. I will make the poison and coat it on both Varric and Sera's arrows."

Soora nodded, "Good. Make it, coat the arrows."

"Solas and—" Soora stopped speaking, clutching onto her head. The Well was screaming again, more she understood.

Andruil's arrow, find it.

"Solas," Soora hissed out, rubbing her temple, "T—The arrow that you carried when Andruil attacked you...bring it to me." Solas walked over to his pack, plucking it out and handing it over to Soora. She stared down at it, tilting her head before burning it in her hand.

"She's been tracking us." Soora glared at Solas, "You should have been able to detect this kind of magic."

Solas shook his head, disbelieving, "I...didn't realize...Ir abelas, vhenan."

"It's fine, just no more souvenirs." Soora dusted her hands off, looking toward Cassandra, "Cass, you, Dorian and Solas will take Andruil. She's smart, calculated and she knows that she wants – which is Solas and Flemeth. Cass, point out her flaws while fighting. Take notice to every misstep, every twitch, anything you see and taunt the shit out of her. She'll become irrational and go after you more than Solas, so be ready. Solas, protect Cass at all costs once Andruil starts attacking Cass – you'll be able subdue her quickly once she become irrational. Take her down."

"I will take Falon'Din. I know how he works, how he thinks and what he'll do." Soora crossed her arms, glaring down at the fire, "I have a score to settle with him as well...Flemeth will take Dirthamen." Soora looked up from the fire and narrowed her eyes at Flemeth. The Well went silent as Flemeth turned her head away. Soora shook her head, shaking off anymore doubt she had involving Flemeth.

"Varric and Sera, whenever you see someone else in need of help, use one of the arrows laced with Morrigan's poison and shoot it at the other's target, slow them down. Everyone else, keep focused on your own target – Kill or be killed." Soora walked over to her pack and picked up her staff, the red lyrium tickled her palm as she pulled it off the ground.

"Get ready for battle."