I really tried but I found out the hard way my adhd and apsergers do not give me any favors. So Classes won big time and while I prepare to graduate I might just focus on one shots to fill in gaps for certain things...if not I might just write up a summary page of what I had planned out. Still either way I hope this was the closure you wanted.

The differences between Kirkwall and Fereldan were as numerous to point out, as the difference between an Orlesian duke and an Antivan fop. First off that list was the missing smell of wet dog and mud that persisted in the cities and stayed in the countryside. Despite the fact dogs are found everywhere with their uses, no one is more dog crazy than a Fereldan with an imprinted Mabari. Legends go they were made by the Tevinters to have loyal companions during a leave of elf hunting, only to see the dogs choose the Avarri as better masters.

Anders tried to correct the part of his brain, that housed Justice, correcting him that it more or less the local tribes, but the Fomarri are the most remembered. "Mabaris are harder to come by for everyone since they are bred by the noble classes. Makes it hard for a peasant to have the rights to breed a litter, let alone have one imprint on them. Usually costs an entire dowry or a years worth of crops to even own one out in the countryside." He mumbled grinding away at the mortar and pestle on the table. Most of the patients were asleep on cots, so no one could over hear their resident healer talk to himself. "Even if the odds are against them, it's been known to happen. Like Hawke, for example, has an impressive beast following her around. I'm sure the woman has never been raised in noble setting, but she works like a woman possessed to get ahead."

Justice scoff at the thought at how a woman of her caliber isn't part of the nobility and found it criminal an apostate, such as her, should choose to live like this when she could be exerting he energy to helping other mages in Kirkwall.

Anders sighed setting down the mortar. "I don't think this will be another easy conversation to wrap up. She came here on a boat, just like us, with other refugees fleeing from the blight. She had no family or other friends to help her, should the Templars catch wind of her abilities. It is rather shameful she had no proper training with her healing skills." Anders began scraping the contents into a bottle. "Imagine if she lived in the circle or had proper training...she would be a very sought after spirit healer."

A sudden image of Hawke dressed in the customary circle robes ran through Anders mind. He imagined what it would be like growing up with her and having another friend. She would have been somewhat more happier if there was a purpose in her life. Justice rumbled in protest at the image conflicting with how she isn't on the side of the chantry, yet she is somehow blind to the plight of mages.

Anders stretched out his neck muscles standing up. "Going by her actions with Karl was the most saintly thing we could manage for helping mages. At least she finds being tranquil a horrible practice."

"It is also a most safe option to protect others should a mage become a tyrant to others." A deep voice growled behind followed by a pair of boots.

"At least try to keep it subtle before you scare off our only healer. I can take the slander since it doesn't bother me however," the strain of wood groaning as the door was closed was followed by the rustling of clothing. "next time we spar I wont make you dinner as payment."

Anders raised his brow in alarm before turning to take in the visitors. Hawke was sitting in her usual chair unbraiding her hair with a smirk. She looked rather smug next to the other person, who happened to be a rather old elf in black leather and...

"Is that a great sword on his back?" Anders wondered aloud gaining the attention of the two. The elf turned to him with a rather surprising younger face. "Sorry, not enough Dalish ever venture down to Kirkwall unless they mean to do business. Since you're with Hawke it must be important."

The elf narrowed his eyes at the remark. "Just because I can wield a sword properly does not mean I hail from the Dalish. Nor do I happen to live in the festering pool of the Alienage."

"Well by your tattoos I was just assuming you were," Anders kept his anger in check pinching the bridge of his nose. "Look can we start over again. My name is Anders. Local healer of this fair clinic and former Fereldan apostate."

"Don't forget teacher to a rather late bloomer." Hawke muttered setting the last braid in place.

"As much as you fuss, you are showing great progress in your studies. I just feel better if you let me join you for further testing." Anders looked back to the elf who was still scowling at him. "And you are Serah."

The elf looked at him as if he rather not tell such a thing. "Fenris. Miranthous. I am Hawke's newest blade."

"Well Mr. sword is Miranthous your last name or where you hail?" Anders looked over to Hawke, who was oddly grinning. "Stupid question, but it seems I finally gotten to see you smile. Almost thought your weren't human for a second."

Her grin slowly turned into a thin line, that held some mirth, as she readjusted her seat. "Well I'll remember that next time you need my help with the Blooming Rose doing checkups. Lusine is already pissing me off with questions about a woman with my 'skills.'"

Anders eyes made a quick glimpse to her lower half, noting how the chair's seat was rather small for her. "Yes, well glad to know I'm not the only one being hassled by her. I take it you're here for work or giving your guest a tour?"

"Fenris isn't my guest, he's a hard working warrior filling in as our arm since we lost Aveline. And yes, we are here for work since we are down a man and I don't trust myself as the only healer." Anders raised his eyebrow at this as Hawke leaned over her chair. "Listen before I came to Kirkwall someone helped me survive the blight that required a deal. In return I have to give this necklace here to a Dalish camp on the mountain. The thing is...they just showed up."

"Hawke are you sure this isn't a trick or another errand from Meeran." Anders moved back over to the table cleaning up residue.

"Her name was Flemeth and I don't think I want to try pissing off the infamous witch of the wilds."

Anders looked at the woman trying to decipher the nervous look on her face. He would figure this was a nervous tick, since she rarely asked him out of their lessons without being an ass. Yet here she was being honest and waiting on his reply. Moving around towards the the front he poked his head out gaining the attention of his look outs.

Minutes passed as the healer whispered his instructions to ensure the clinic was in good care during his absence. As he headed back in he caught Fenris and Hawke murmuring to each other, out of consideration for the other patients. They seemed at ease with whatever their conversation was about, leaving Anders curious on the subject. He crept closer as quietly his mage robes would allow.

"And I call bullshit on the subject. Just because I still refuse to take your coin, doesn't mean you can say no to free food."

"I can when it's handed to me as if I were some stray pet."

"Doesn't stop you from eating it. Besides you look all skin and bones whenever I come over. I get worried if I broke you in half with a punch."

"Says the mage who can only light up a candle without dying." A dry tone to match his mood.

There was something odd in the way this Fenris acted that had Justice edgy, like a cat ready to pounce. Even more was his unintentional candor in making Hawke more relaxed then Anders has ever seen her. Whatever it was would likely be dismissed on this journey to Sundermount. "If you two love birds are done chatting we can head out now."

Two sets of eyes turned to him with a hint of exasperation at what he just called them. Hawke sat up, while putting her coat back on, while Fenris walked ahead giving Anders a side glance.

"Anders you do realize that was the dumbest thing you just said at this moment. The man can barely tolerate me on the few errands we do, without getting my heart ripped out for healing him. Thanks."

"What?" Anders exclaimed following behind Hawke who was stomping out the way. "Well sorry if you're a harpy to me, but all friendly with this elf like he was the most normal man in your life."

"Perhaps it due to the fact I train with him, without using my magic, and he feels happy to punch an opponent who doesn't gawk at their own blood." Anders looked at her with an indignant look before staring at Fenris with anger. "Look Anders, he just helps me do some strength training since it's obvious I'm useless outside of healing others. I mean using that Force magic I learn is helpful, but not really useful when I cant set ablaze a sword."

They caught up with Fenris waiting at the elevator who was busy ignoring the stares of an inappropriately dressed woman, who was giving him the most lusty gaze. Anders turned back to Hawke noting how she purses her lips at the two. "If I have anything to say about it Hawke, it's that you have great potential in your skills. Not every great mage can call down storms to obliterate their foes or calm the seas. Sometimes the greatest mages are good at botany, medicine, teaching and writing out great books."

Hawke barked out a laugh at the mere thought of her being one of those great mages. "Yes, I can see it now. The great magical Hawke slayer of boo-boo's and tummy-aches. Oh and vanquisher of the draft when winter hits."

"Well you can certainly warm up my bed at night if your offering it. Seems broody here takes offense to my offers." Isabella chuckled hitting the switch as they entered the platform.

Silence filled the air as they went up the shaft leaving the fetid air of Dark town below them. Hawke fidgeted from side to side, Isabella was giving everyone the hungry gaze and Fenris looked like he was angry at something. Anders started to wonder if this assortment was such a good idea to venture out on such a task.

Thankfully the walk up the mountain was rather short since Hawke was putting to practice her rejuvenation spell. It was of a high level than what he was teaching her, but Anders realized the woman had a huge well of mama inside her, that constant spell casting in some amounts didn't tire her. He also noticed that although she knew virtually no other spells outside of home living, her physique helped make up for this set back. Even so, this made Anders feel confident in letting Hawke proceed to the Spirit healer's way since she almost made all the criteria needed. It just would be harder to find a spirit for her to communicate with since Justice was of no help.

Even worse was this Fenris character.

Anders couldn't quite place the reason why he was irritable around the man, but somehow he was setting Justice off. It was unsettling to say the least, but hopefully he would only have to stay around the elf for just the day giving him more opportunity to teach Hawke. It was rare to ever see her in a good mood, so Anders was taking his chances in making sure he teach her.

"So tell me Fenris, do your lyrium tattoos come in different styles on you?" Anders almost choked on his tongue when he overheard Isabella "Cause sailors would get various things tattooed to show off."

A growl emitted from the elf along with a familiar glow. "Yes, getting tattooed by an insane magister was at the top of my list before serving like a dog at his side."

"Ooh, did you also stand around shirtless feeding him grapes? Did he oil you up while you glistened by his side looking dangerous." The pirate licked her lips at whatever fantasy fueled images erupted from her head. Fenris groaned at the thought trying to ignore her. "Always alert...always glistening."

A soft chuckle erupted only to be quickly softened. Anders looked ahead to see Hawke shaking with mirth, desperately hiding it. Fenris saw it as well earning a deeper scowl on his face obviously upset being the joke.

"I take it you find it amusing Hawke to envision me in chains?" His voice was deep with a linger of danger that made Anders seriously concerned.

"No, not really. Just thinking over the picture of you oiled up like those buffoons Isabella hires at the Blooming Rose. I find it somewhat hilarious if anyone took you serious with all that oil loosening the grip on your..." Hawke stopped for a moment as Isabella let out a raucous laugh. "Damn it all. I should of just kept quiet."

"Or perhaps you would like to stay quiet thinking about two hand grips on oiled up swords and lyrium muscles." The pirate was walking up to Hawke eyeing her rear with glee. "Or perhaps you were thinking of where he could put his sword away, since it is a rather big sword. Got any ideas Hawke?"

Hawke at this point lost all mirth from her face, which Anders wish more for, as she loosened her staff. "If you are up to it Fenris, I see about a dozen able bodies that Fenris can use his sword on."

A snap of a twig signaled a group of mercenaries bursting from the bushes. They seemed to have numbers on their side until a flash of lightening arched through several men. It seems Anders display of power didn't deter the men from running into a panic, instead it only whipped them into a frenzy to kill them faster.

Anders held his own, as usual, casting with the ease of a tempered mage. Where as in his peripheral he noticed Hawke casting what she could before using her staff as a vicious pole arm. For all her hidden talent it seemed wasted on her combat prowess to stab and punch. Granted it was such ill use for a staff he could not deny the expertise in the owners hand wielding it with efficiency even without the usual help of her mabari. Even better was Fenris working with Isabella cutting a path through bodies as if they were nothing. The battle in general was going way better than expected until a hail of arrows lodged into the remaining few mercenaries.

Anders turned in time to hear a hiss as one arrow lodged into Hawke back. She was already tearing at her coat as the Dalish emerged from the bushes. Knowing how they felt for all humans, Anders paid them no mind heading towards Hawke to tend the wounds. One of the hunters addressed Fenris if he was in need of help only to hear a growl. Anders thought for a moment if the elf was more beast than man with that surly attitude.

Refocusing his attention back to Hawke, who was currently biting into a belt. It wasn't until he caught sight of a skittish elven woman towards them with a worried brow. "I'm sorry I got you caught into this mess, but the keeper thought it be a good idea I stay to meet Asha'bellanor."

"Bull shit!" A hand slammed on the table. "You are telling more lies again then I can count concerning the Champion."

Varric looked up from the bar as a hooded figure served him another flask. "What? I just thought I come out with the truth this time, before we were to meet her."

"This time was no better than last time when you told me she hailed with a Fereldan family into Kirkwall and survived the deep roads killing thousand of demons. Tell me what else can you say about the champion that might surprise me?"

Varric drank his ale with a flourish before looking back at Cassandra. "Well I might as well add she let me take creative control in her story since she didn't want anyone to remember her. Better she remains some hyped up icon than a woman who just wanted to settle down. I mean if Leandra didn't die in the Chantry."

"Hey you said she was killed turned into a body zombie sex doll!" Dorian chuckled twirling his staff. "I mean I would of liked to hear it, but you just gave away spoilers to a juicy climax."

"Now now, don't get so touchy. I was going to get to that another night, but since Cass here doesn't want to here anymore lies, I might as well spill the beans on the more obvious questions like why Leandra led Hawke to be engaged to choirboy."

"Varric, if you so much as breathe another word I will have Solas invade your dreams."

This caused Varric a mock gasp looking toward the other armored figure staring out at the horizon.

"Inquisitor you wouldn't dare sully my story telling when I could easily just write it for you personally about the steamy bits." This caused side glance towards him before turning back. "Hehehe, see Cass even our new boss here thinks the true story is worth more."

Cassandra griped her nose trying to hold on a scathing remark. "If we were to meet the Champion, will this guarantee the truth about their origins?"

"Hey unlike the Warden's tale I didn't embellish anything. However, when we see her you'll see why she chose that ridiculous story in the first place." Varric lifted him self up with ease. "Plus boss here seems ready to leave."

Varric was right as the Inquisitor waved their hands signaling the rest of them to move out. He sauntered behind them keeping track of any ambush but thought back to Hawke and the last time he saw her. He remembered how she looked so bloody and lifeless as Sebastian held her like a precious gem before Fenris swindled her body. He almost swore she was dead at the time, but who knew the lengths she go to be invisible to the world.

Still Varric knows he had miles to go before they found Hawke and give her story a proper rest. If anything this was now the age of the Inquisitor.