Angelle had been in Kirkwall almost a two months by now. She had started to get a good idea about what was going on with the circle. She had written to the Divine about suspending the templars use of the Rite of Tranquillity until an investigation had been made. The Divine had agreed. The Knight-commander had not been happy about it and even less so when Angelle started to interrogate her templars. Angelle had always been so sure of the templar order, but the more she uncovered the more worried she became. Last week she had a templar imprisoned for rape. Some templars where not doing their duty, but then there were other like the one called Thrask. A kind man and she had become quite depended on is knowledge.
When not in the Gallows she stayed in the Chantry. She felt at peace there and enjoyed Sebastian's company. She was beginning to imagine herself in love with him. Angelle had never felt this uncertain before and for the first time she craved someone to talk to. But she was trapped in the game where she had to keep her opinions and feelings hidden so she wouldn't antagonize the templars. At least in the Chantry, with him, she felt like she was in familiar territory.
But today the next phase of her mission began. She needed to find an apostate to inform her about what they would like the circle to be in order for them to return. Angelle had tried to keep her ears out and found one promising lead. Apparently there was a healer somewhere in Kirkwall that healed the poor and the desperate for free. This sounded like a kind man and there was no evidence of him being a bloodmage. But see needed more information before seeking him out. She needed something that she could bargain with in order to get him to help her. She was dressed in civilian clothes as she went down to lowtown. Angelle needed to talk to a dwarf called Varric, who was suppose to know everything going on in Kirkwall.
She went into the Hanged Man and the smell coming from it was like hitting a wall. As Angelle went through the inn towards the bar men began to whistle at her and making perverse remarks. It was not her first time in a place like this and ignored it. She asked the bartender for Varric and was directed to his suite at the upper floor. The door was open yet she knocked on it.
"Yes?" The dwarf came to the middle of the room.
"Hello, my name is Angelle. I was send by Curt."
"Aaaah, yes he said you would be coming by. What can I do for you?"
"I hear you know a healer in Kirkwall who helps the poor?"
"Know is a strong word. Why come to me for this? Surely you could find medical help somewhere else more easily?"
"We have tried all the options available to us. This is my last change if my brother is to get well." Thank the maker she had a well prepared story, not to mention experience in lying. The dwarf was clever so it had to be convincing.
"Please serah."
"Who am I to turn down a beautiful woman? His name is Anders, he lives in Darktown among the refugees. Look for the lit lantern and you should find him easily enough."
"Anders? Thats an odd name..."
"If I remember correctly it's a nickname he got in Ferelden."
"Thank you. You have been a great help."
"You are quite welcome."
Little did she know, that as she went out that door, Varric knew exactly who she was and what her mission was. Even the letters from the divine could be intercepted if you had the right connection. And Varric always had the right connections. "I hope she can help, before Blondie does something truly stupid. Or harms himself.". He just hoped that he made the right decision. He would never forgive himself if is friend ended up in the Gallows, but Anders had gotten almost desperately depressed and Varric had no way of helping him. He had heard as much as he could about the seeker and though she seemed to support the templars, her action showed a woman who followed her convictions rather than her orders. "Great ancestors! I hope I have done the right thing."