"So what are we going to do with her? Babysit? I'm sorry but that doesn't exactly seem fair," Bethany remarked. Lisa sighed and shook her head. Despite the scrutiny on her family from having mages, her family still wasn't one to embrace all races one hundred percent. Carver had always claimed that the only thing dwarves were good at was drinking. And while that was half true, Varric was also a good example that they had plenty of other talents too. Her mother, even, still saw elves as servants and apparently it had rubbed off on Bethany. Lisa just did her best to tolerate everyone.

"Bunny…let's just take it one step at a time. I'm sure she isn't expecting us to house her." And she didn't. The small mouse of a girl was quite aware of how much of a sacrifice this was going to be. She informed the group that her name was Merrill and that she knew quite a few spells, as all Firsts do. Merrill also made it clear that she wanted to see the world beyond what her clan showed her. And then she asked where she might be staying and there was a slight pause in the conversation.

"I just mean in terms of where I would be able to find a home."

"Oh…" Lisa remarked with a bit of shameful surprise. "Well, unfortunately in Kirkwall there is a specific area for elves to live."

"Really? Why is that unfortunate?'

"Because it's not seen as the lavish of places."

"I don't mind, I sleep on the ground every night anyway," she remarked, batting her sweet and innocent eyes. The girl really was a bit thick at times.

They continued to climb the mountain as Merrill told them about what they were about to do. It all seemed pretty straightforward and so Lisa didn't quite understand why she was still there. This all seemed more complicated than was necessary.

Stepping up to a glowing barrier Lisa raised a curious brow, as Merrill seemed to get suddenly nervous. "What's wrong?"

"I don't like the feeling of this," Isabela muttered as Lisa gave a small nod in agreement.

"Well, um…nothing's wrong, just give me a moment," she remarked as she turned to the barrier and raised her hands. With whoosh of her arms the barrier was suddenly broken. "Right, we can continue then."

"Wait…I felt the Veil shift, did you call something here?" Bethany questioned, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Like blood magic?" Lisa accused as Merrill instantly started to shy away from the group of three that easily towered over the small girl.

"Maybe…yes, but only a little and I can control them. It was just a spirit, nothing more."

"One day it's a spirit and the next your waking up as an abomination," Isabela commented as Merrill simply ignored the remark and continued to lead the group into the elfish graveyard. Lisa had to admit that she really wasn't comfortable with the idea of bringing a possible blood mage back to Kirkwall. Sure, maybe she believed she had control of it, but from the way that her father had harked about the forbidden magic she wasn't just about to trust a stranger's word.

They stepped up to the altar that overlooked the mountain range and Lisa couldn't exactly hold her tongue to the beauty of the scenery before them. "Wow…" she breathed as Isabela stepped up next to her with a small smirk.

"You should see the view from sea, it's a hundred times better," she nudged as Lisa gave her a sideways smile before turning to look at Merrill as she got their attention before performing the ritual. And what they found was that Lisa had been carrying around more than a simple necklace for the past year.

In a flash of bright light Flemeth herself appeared before them with a pleased smile on her face. "I'm surprised…I was half expecting to end up on a merchant's table." Once Lisa was able to close her mouth and return an unimpressed look on her face she replied.

"I couldn't find a place that bought witches in an amulet."

"I know a man, I could've given you his contact," Isabela smirked as Flemeth laughed and shook her head.

"You speak words as if they're cheap coin." Isabela frowned as her voice lowered.

"You don't know me." Flemeth gave another chuckle.

"I know your type," and Lisa had to admit that she was surprised with how off put Isabela seemed by that comment. The woman was always so good a pushing off peoples' insults towards her. She wouldn't expect that this woman was so easily able to push her buttons.

"Anyway," Lisa remarked, trying to return the conversation to what had just happened. "So…you were inside the amulet, this whole time?"

"Just a piece, a small piece. Simple insurance because if I know my Morrigan it will be needed," Lisa raised a brow at the name only for Isabela to give a small chuckle.

"I can't tell if she's your daughter or your enemy," she questioned as Flemeth laughed.

"Neither can she," she remarked before turning around towards the cliff.

"So that's just it then?"

"Well…I suppose I can give you some words of advice," she turned back around and looked at Merrill who had been standing there nervously this whole time. "There is no path darker than when your eyes are shut. And you…" she turned back to Lisa; lovely, more pointless advice. Sure, her father used to say things like this to her all the time, but she respected him enough to listen and take his words seriously. With Flemeth…they were simply hallow noises. "One must not be so blind to the rest of the world around you. For when you make the leap…there will be no one to save you for when you fall." Lisa blinked and she had to admit that she went into a bit of a flash back as the witch transformed into a dragon and flew off.

Her father had told her that all the time. She always believed that it was easier to just put blinders on and keep moving forward. But her father was always the one to take her and pull her up for air. He'd be the one to ask her how things were going and when she replied with "fine" he would pull her back, sit her down, look her dead in the eye and ask her again. That look always seemed to intimidate her into telling the truth. And it had been a very long time since she'd heard someone point that out to her again.

And it wasn't like she was doing terrible today, but she had to admit she could do with one of her father's sit-downs. Her mother was much too busy with dealing with the Viscount and getting their home back. And Lisa never felt like it was the right time to bring up her problems with her younger sister. After all, Bethany always seemed to be in hiding when she wasn't with her.

Yet, she still did her best to roll it off like water off a ducks back.