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"Where's Kieran?!" Aedan asked harshly, following Marco to the undercroft with Erros, Hawke, Carter, and Cassandra in tow. In hindsight, Erros knew this was going to happen but he didn't expect it to happen so soon. Even before all of this happened, the Warden-Commander didn't approve of Marco's choice to make the weapons and armour instead of strapping on a dragon bone chest plate himself. Marco was a talented swordsman, it was in his blood but he had no interest in fighting anyone.
"Kieran, Kieran, Kieran! He's all you ever want to talk about! He's not a warden either!" Marco snapped, clenching his fists in frustration. "I don't know why I expected anything different from a younger Aedan Cousland, I'm so sorry I don't live up to your expectation Warden-Commander." He said, slamming the door to the undercroft in Aedan's face.
Erros watched the Hero of Fereldan shake with anger before quickly stepping between him and the door. "If it helps any," Erros started awkwardly, "Anthony sent for Kieran before I left to get you, he sent a letter saying he should be here by the end of the week." He said, studying Aedan as the latter took a deep breath.
"Where is Leliana?" Aedan asked and The Tale of The Warden rang in the back of Erros' mind. Aedan was grasping at what family he had left, he was doing a piss poor job of it but at least he was trying. Erros coughed into his fist, opening his mouth to speak.
"She's gone too." Anthony said, effectively shutting Erros up and making everyone jump. Anthony rolled his eyes. "Sorry, I forgot that I'm invisible to everyone. I just wanted to let everyone know that Kieran is here and he wants to speak with all of us."
Erros had only met Kieran a couple of times when he was a child, he was always a bit intimidated by him. Kieran was older and had more experience than anyone else here, if anyone could lead them it could be Kieran, the old god soul was long gone but Kieran was still wise well beyond his years.
"Have you any leads yet?" Kieran asked, running a hand through his brown hair that fell well past his hair. Anthony raised his hand. "I think we're looking at a mage. Since it seems all mages that come in contact with our parents betray them." He said dryly, shooting a pointed look at Greg who sent back a glare.
"You think I had something to do with our parents disappearing?" He asked, clearly offended at the accusation. Anthony nodded indignantly "Don't act so innocent, Pavus, your entire existence is based on magic." Greg growled, looking ready to pounce of Anthony before Marco stepped between the two.
"Hold on now, Trevelyan. Greg is not to blame here." Marco started before pointing at his half-brother. "Besides, if we're looking at mages Kieran would be a better fit." Kieran looked up a dangerous look in his eyes.
"Hey!"
"Your mother did betray my father after the archdemon was killed. But I guess she got what she wanted. Where is your mother, Kieran? Alive and well I presume." Marco said, clearly poking at Kieran's nerves. Kieran's jaw twitched. "Watch yourself, Marcus, he's my father too."
Erros stood up before this encounter between brothers could get any worse. "We may not have any actual leads but we have a plan." He said, gesturing to the four heroes sitting on crates behind him. "Greg and I went back in time to get our parents in their prime to help us find and fight whoever is behind this." Keiran raised an eyebrow at Erros, he could never tell whether or not Kieran was impressed with him or not.
"You used time magic? You do realize that if they die here you all cease to exist."
Erros paled, he hadn't thought of that. He just knew that they needed help. "You didn't think about that?" Carter asked him, making Erros flinch. "N-no, I just thought that if you all were here we would have a better chance of winning this fight." Erros said quickly
Cassandra stood and put a hand on the Inquisitor's shoulder. "He made a decision when one needed to be made, like you did, Trev." She said and Carter sighed, nodding before looking back at Erros, the boy he still couldn't believe was his son. "Don't screw this up."
"Don't screw this up."