They both stared at me, Lilia with shock, Bull with annoyance. Bull had put me down at least and after a few minutes I couldn't take their stares anymore and turned away, attempting to block Bulls thoughts.

I ignored the look they gave each other and pretty much fell to a sitting position against a tree. Graceful as ever I see.

"Well what do we do with him now? We can't just drop him off at Redcliffe after, well, this," Lilia was saying, her pale face looking older in the light of the campfire.

"We can't leave him alone out there, he could be useful," Bull sad. He was currently entertaining ideas of me being a spy. I almost laughed aloud at that. I am the most clumsy person here I am sure. There is currently a dent in my head in the shape of a cupboard door handle from where I face planted it after tripping over nothing.

I tried to listen in on Lilia, nothing. Frowning, I tried again, really concentrating this time. Again, nothing. I decided against trying again otherwise to a bystander, it would look like I was just leering at their fearless leader.

"So, I hate to interrupt but, I can't actually hear you," I said to Lilia who in turn just stared at me.

"So was it a fluke?" I could pretty much see the gears whirring in her head.

"No, I heard the hooded guy," I rubbed my face in my hands. I need a break. "Like the minute I touched him, I saw his memories. The same with Bull, only difference is, now I can only hear that he thinks I have a weird haircut." Bull even had the decency to look slightly embarrassed.

"So, you can only hear people after you have touched them?" Lilia mused, not really directing that question at me, or anyone really.

"No offence but I would rather not test it on someone I am going to be around a lot," I paused. "You have cocoa here?"

"No," Bull grumbled. "I was hoping that the Inquisition would have though."

I laughed, "why would they bring it out here?"

Lilia cleared her throat. "What did you see from the Venatori?"

"Some grumpy guy, Edmund? Eremund?" I shook my head, I was exhausted. "He sent them to look for someone that their master had apparently 'sent here'. They said a girl…" I trailed off as I realised who that girl actually was.

"A girl?" She pressed. I nodded, head still reeling.

"Inquisitor?" I turned to the source of the voice and did a double take. The speaker was a short, dark blonde man who I can only assume was a dwarf. He was wearing an elaborate tailored coat that seemed not to need half of the buttons. His accent was distinctly American because, you know, what is so weird about an American dwarf.

Behind him were two other people, an angry dark, short haired woman who was currently sending a piercing glare towards me. I shuffled my feet, avoiding her gaze.

Next to her was an elf. An average height man with a very shiny bald head. Unlike the other two, he was studying me with a bemused expression on his face, or more notably, my clothes. My gaze lingered on his fancy-stick staff before turning my attention back to the dwarf who had seemed to be talking to me the whole time.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked bringing my head out of its reverie.

" Varric Tethras," he introduced himself and stuck out his hand.

"Uh, I really shouldn't," I looked at his hands as though it were a viper.

"Why not?" The dwarf looked confused.

"Varric, you remember when you said shit couldn't get any weirder?" Lilia piped up. Varric nodded slowly. "He reads minds, and from what we can tell he isn't a demon."

"Not that I can see," the elf said in a calm tone.

"What? No way," the dwarf looked almost ecstatic.

"Glad someone's happy about this," I murmured.

"Believe it, he does," Bull clarified, looking a bit less pissed off. A bit.

"Can you prove it? Tell me some of the Inquisitors deepest darkest secrets," Lilia rolled her eyes.

"Well we think I can only hear people after I have touched them," I relayed, the need of having to explain this so many times was really not helping the whole – pretend it doesn't exist and it will go away - thing.

"If I may suggest a test? I have a theory," the elf stepped forwards. "Do you know if it is just skin to skin contact or merely proximity?"

"Uh," I said intelligently.

"Varric, if you will," The dwarf stretched out his hand with gloves that seemed to match the rest of his outfit perfectly.

I took a deep breath and poked his hand, nothing. I laid my hand on his a bit longer and relief cascaded through me.

"Oh thank god, nothing," I sank back down the tree. The rain had since stopped and I tuned out the others discussions as I stared up at the night sky. I wonder what my parents are doing. My boss is going to be pissed I just left the shop on its own. They probably got ransacked, and I really don't want to be there when the other cashiers find out they have to pick up god knows how many shifts to cover me while I am… wherever this is.

I was interrupted from my daydream by Varric handing me a leather bag.

"They're clothes, yours barely look wearable," he noted. I looked down, he wasn't wrong. They were soaked through from the rain. Both my jeans and shirt had impressive holes in. My jeans, being for a woman, were not a comfortable fit at all.

I nodded my thanks and headed to one of the tents still standing to change. My new clothes were a simple plain linen shirt, and leather breeches. Ever had to put leather breeches onto soaked skin? You people think skinny jeans are bad. It took me 10 minutes to figure out what way they went on and another 15 to actually get them on. The last item in the bag was a thick cloak. I put it on eagerly, this place was freezing.

"You done?" Lilia shouted through the tent flaps.

"Yeah," I replied, she pushed her way in and handed me some leather boots. "We are camping here for the night then going back to Haven tomorrow at dawn." She noted my blank look. "Haven being our base of operations."

I nodded. She continued, "Since we lost half of the tent, you will be in here with Solas, Cassandra is going to be with me and Bull with Varric. " I nodded again, feeling a bit like a novelty car decoration. "Oh and one more thing, some gloves," She threw me a pair of soft dark leather gloves. I smiled and thanked her with full intention of very rarely taking them off.

She spared me one last glance and returned to her own tent. Solas, as it turns out was the elf. He just walked in and passed out. I am half convinced he is dead, if it were not for the light snoring I would have been sure.

I groaned and wrapped myself up in my cloak and tried to sleep before the sun rose.

Authors note

Ah not much exciting going on here I'm afraid, had to get this bit out of the way though. But yay we actually got some follows and favourites 3.

Drop me a review so I know where to improve for the next chapters. I am going to be editing the previous two at some point next week to account for the change in speech marks as per recommendation from the review. (Thanks!)

As a side note, the bit about the cupboard door handle? That's actually true, got a concussion and everything. It is also worth noting this is not a self insert, the clumsy trait and the job is pretty much the only thing I have in common.