Following an introduction and explanation back at the nearest Inquisition camp in the Emerald Graves, Tanya found herself surrounded by the Inquisitor's companions, all curious about her. She had displayed her fire breath to them, and Iron Bull found himself absolutely delighted by the Dragonborn, repeatedly praising the display as badass. Vivienne and Solas pushed her for details on her world's magic and her college, while she was left overwhelmed.

"Tanya, darling, don't be so shy," Vivienne pressed, "speak up. We'll teach you everything you wish to know about our magic if you tell us about yours."

Solas nodded in agreement. "I have so much to teach you about the Fade and magic, and you have much to teach us. Don't be so shy; we're not going to hurt you. We're just curious."

"Um..." Tanya squeaked and shrank back. "I...um...er..."

"You smell really dragon-y," Bull said cheerfully, "I don't want that to sound weird, but you really do seem like you're a dragon. What other stuff can you do?"

Tanya wanted to hide in one of the tents. "I...um...can use ice breath..."

"I wanna see!" Sera yelled. Vidar finally was about to intervene when Varric did, looking exasperated.

"Lay off of her," the dwarf ordered, "she just got here, and the poor thing's shaking like a leaf. There will be time for all this interrogation later. Give her some space, and one thing at a time."

Grumbling, the others pulled away from her. Tanya gave Varric a grateful smile. "Thank you..."

"No problem," Varric said calmly. He held up a copy of Hard in Hightown, which Tanya's eyes locked on curiously. "I heard you like books, so I thought I'd bring you one of mine for you to keep." The dwarf handed her the book, a grin on his face as her eyes widened and twinkled with excitement at the brand-new book with a story she had never laid eyes on.

She opened the book and began to skim the first page in delight. Tanya looked back up to him with a genuine smile. "Thank you. I...I appreciate it. Your name is Varric, right?"

"That's me. Rogue, writer, businessman, and professional annoyance for Cassandra." he said with a chuckle, grinning at the seeker, who was sitting across from Tanya around the fire, Swords and Shields in hand. She made a disgusted noise and didn't look up from the book. Tanya pulled at her knapsack by her feet, opening it to reveal a plethora of books.

"You write?" she asked quietly, "That's interesting. I've never had the knack for it, myself, but I love reading. You're welcome to my books if you treat them well."

Varric walked up, carefully peeking through the books. "Got any recommendations, Bookworm?"

Tanya raised an eyebrow. "Bookworm?"

"It's a nickname. It work for you?" he asked. Tanya giggled.

"Yes. I have to admit that it's rather appropriate. I actually recommend The Real Barenziah or The Cake and the Diamond. Some of it might not make sense, since you've never been to Tamriel, but you can follow the story. Both of those are my Real Barenziah comes in five books, and each one is fantastic, full of scandal, secrecy, and the truth of..." She blushed, cutting herself off. "Um, sorry. I'll try not to babble."

Varric chuckled. "No worries, Bookworm. You can talk all you want about books with me. I'll go ahead and try that one." He pulled it from the bag, jostling the books slightly as he searched and found first book of The Real Barenziah. A copy of The Book of the Dragonborn was made obvious by accident of his search, one that caught the eye of Iron Bull.

"Can I read one of your books?" he asked curiously. Tanya nodded, not looking up from Hard in Hightown as she began to read. Bull carefully took the book out and began to read it. As soon as the others spied the title, Sera, Vivienne, Dorian, Solas, and Cassandra scurried over his shoulder to read it. Vidar had settled himself next to his sister, taking a copy of Chance's Follyfrom her bag.

Cole smiled at Varric. "She's happier, now. You made her feel like she can be here."

Tanya had barely noticed what Cole said, enraptured by the book. Vidar and Varric grinned. "As I said, Kid," the rogue remarked cheerfully, "most people are like cats."

"She's not a cat. She's a dragon." Cole murmured. "She isn't in the right body, but it's where she's supposed to be."

Varric looked up towards Vidar, who had gone largely unnoticed due to the presence of his sister, not that he minded; the man liked privacy as much as his sibling. "Whatcha reading there, Wolf?"

Vidar blinked, blanching, and looked up from the book at Varric. Tanya looked up, alarmed at the dwarf. "You mean me?" Vidar sputtered, trying to hide his alarm. "Um, I'm reading Chance's Folly. Wolf? That's your nickname for me...?" he asked nervously. The dwarf shrugged.

"It's the armor. And, er...no offense, but the smell. Somehow seems right for you. Something wrong with it?"

"No!" Vidar blurted. He turned red as the others save for Cole and Tanya gave him surprised looks at his outburst. "I mean, er...that's fine, Varric. Sorry."

Tanya relaxed back, realizing they couldn't tell what he was, not from the faint smell of dog that came from her brother that was an unfortunate side effect of being a werewolf. Varric frowned but said nothing more, turning back to his book. Vidar sheepishly tried to return his attention to his book. Silence fell on the camp for a time until Bull flipped to the last page of The Book of the Dragonborn.

The World-Eater Wakes, and the Wheel turns upon the Last Dragonborn.

"That's her." Dorian whispered. "She must be the Last Dragonborn the book describes."

"There must be millions of people in her world," Cassandra murmured, "and she happened to be among the people we met in the Crossroads. The meeting of the Herald and the Dragonborn can't be a mere accident. The Maker must have willed this for a reason."

The Inquisitor finally returned to where the others were encamped, having been busy filling requisitions and orders to have the eluvian moved to Skyhold. The arrangements were made, and soon the portal would be in her fortress, safe and sound. Cassandra waved the herald over, who obeyed and came forward. The others began to murmur about their discovery to the herald, who looked unsurprised at the information they gave her.

Tanya heard them all but let them continue. She preferred they learn more about what she was from a book than having to give a long lecture, and continued to not react to the group's muttering. It wasn't until the unmistakable roar of a dragon echoed through the air did she look up from the book. She looked up, more annoyed than in fear, as a high dragon swooped over the camp. The Dragonborn paid barely any attention to the screams and shouts of the others, who all scrambled to find their weapons.

"Nid!" she yelled at the dragon, exasperated. "Drem! Niid krif! Niid laan krif!"

"Volaan, Dovahkiin!" the dragon yelled, sounding little more than roars to the others save for the word 'dovahkiin'. "Niid drem!"

"Drem uv ziil gro dovah ulse! Drem!" Tanya screamed, warning her.

"Niid! Krif!" the dragon yelled back.

Tanya picked up her staff and scurried out of the camp, allowing the dragon to chase her, to lure her away from the others. The Inquisitor and her companions scrambled to their feet to follow and help her fight. When Tanya judged herself to be far away enough from the Inquisition camp, she stopped and stood her ground, staring down the dragon.

"Fo!" she Shouted, her breath becoming ice briefly. Fo was the only word she knew so far of the Shout. The dragon seemed largely unaffected, only mildly slowed by it. Tanya growled as the beast landed.

"Tanya!" Dawn cried. Tanya turned to see the others catch up, ready to help. "Use your fire breath instead! Go!"

"Give me a minute! Shouts have cooldowns! I'll be ready in half a minute!" Tanya protested, summoning a fireball from her staff. She swung it at the dragon's face, who howled in pain as it singed the scales. The Dragonborn glared at the dragon, preparing to unleash her next shout. "Yol Toor Shul!"

Iron Bull and Sera almost dreamily watched the fire spring from her mouth, burning the wings of their adversary. Bull almost wanted to cry at this beautiful fight as he jumped in, swinging at the dragon's legs with his axe. "This is a good day! This is a very good day!"

Between the Dragonborn, her brother, the Inquisitor, and all the others, the dragon didn't stand much of a chance. Soon enough, the dragon faltered and fell over, breathing its last breath. Blood poured from its wounded legs and skull, relaxing permanently as she died. Dawn breathed, swiping sweat off her brow as the others stopped. She smiled as Bull and Sera cheered over the dragon's defeat.

"Good job, everyone. Tanya, you really..." The Inquisitor froze as the dragon skin began to crackle and burn, flowing into swirling golden energy, the magic dancing through the air as it surrounded the Dragonborn. She merely closed her eyes and felt the energy rushing into her. The usual sensation of a hot head and mild dizziness subsided quickly as the soul was absorbed, leaving behind only the skeleton. Everyone had been struck dumb by the sight.

"Bad...ass..." Bull breathed, "that was..."

"Amazing." Cassandra uttered.

"Beautiful." Dorian gasped.

"She's gone!" Cole cried in horror. Vivienne rolled her eyes.

"Of course it is. It's dead."

"No! I mean really gone! She doesn't exist anymore!" the boy cried. Tanya shrank back, ashamed at the outburst. "Tanya ate her!"

"I'm sorry, Cole," Tanya apologized, "I can't control it. I don't want to destroy their souls, but it just happens. I can't..."

"You shouldn't be near them when they die." Cole moaned. "You don't want to kill them or take their power. But it happens and you can't stop it."

"Back down, Cole," Vivienne snapped, "it's just a dragon. The camp is safe, and the Dragonborn has performed her job adequately." Vivienne looked to the woman, who continued to shrink back at her gaze. "As dangerous as she is, she did what she is meant to do."

"This isn't what she wants to do." Cole replied sadly. "She wants to show them another way, like Paarthunax."

Translations:

Tanya: No! Peace! No fight! No want fight!
Dragon: Intruder, Dragonborn! No peace!
Tanya: Peace or your soul is bound to me for eternity!
Dragon: No! Fight!

Her grammar isn't the best. She's still learning the language.