Cullen sighed in relief as the fighting finally ceased, his soldiers yelling in triumph. He looked up at the sky to see that the greenish, swirling hole known as the Breach seemed to calm, but still present. All around him, the scent of fires, death and snow assaulted his nose. But they did it. Seeker Cassandra, the apostate Solas, Varric Tethras, Leliana… and the woman.
"I hear she emerged from the Fade with another woman, glowing brighter than the sun." He heard one of his soldiers remark as he went around the camp, ordering his men to help the wounded.
"Another woman? Could it be… Andraste herself?!" Said the first soldier's companion.
"Perhaps. Seeing her emerge from the Fade alive is a miracle enough. And now she has stabilized the Breach. Maybe she was sent by Her to save us. Maybe she is Andraste's Herald to save the world…"
"Commander Cullen!"
He turned around to see a group of soldiers bringing in a stretcher, and on it was the woman… the Herald of Andraste. She was pale, and there was a wound on her head, but she was breathing. He lowered his head to look at her, and even in her sleep, he still felt that pang of nostalgia that he had felt when he first saw her.
He straightened and pointed to the camp just as the Herald's companions came into view. "Take her into one of the huts in Haven. We'll see if our healers can help her."
"I can take care of her, Commander." Said the tall, lithe, bald elf… Solas, he remembered his name was. "If you have any potions or poultices I can use."
"Our alchemist, Adan… he has what you need." Cullen said as Leliana and Cassandra came near him. "Perhaps the dwarf is need of assistance as well."
But Varric merely waved his hand and chuckled, "I'm fine, Curly. I just need a drink. I'll be at the tavern if you need me."
He nodded, and they left, with Solas heading to the left towards one of the huts, and Varric to the right straight into the tavern. Cassandra stood near him and crossed her arms, while Leliana's head was cocked to the left in curiosity, gazing at the Herald's face.
"Is there anything at all that we know about her?" Cullen said, looking at the red-haired spymaster.
"The only thing I know is that she is a mage named Alexandra Trevelyan… or Alex as she prefers." Cassandra said, "Varric surmised that she is from the Free Marches… Ostwick, perhaps."
"She wasn't in the Circle of Kirkwall, so that is most likely." Leliana said as she clasped her hands behind her as she looked up back him, "I've sent my agents to gather more information about her. I will send you the report once I have discovered more."
"Trevelyan… aren't they a noble family in Ostwick?" Cullen asked, putting both of his hands on the scabbard of his sword in a relaxed manner.
Leliana nodded, "Indeed. But since she's a mage, it's only natural that she should be in a Circle. Perhaps the Circle of Ostwick sent her as a delegate for the Conclave."
"The most likely scenario, but it is still speculation." Cassandra said, uncrossing her arms and sighing tiredly, "Continue with your investigation, Leliana, and report to us whatever you have found."
Cullen smiled gently at the Seeker, "Perhaps, you should rest in the meantime, Lady Cassandra."
The Seeker's hard look softened, and she smiled lightly, "I shall, Commander. As you have no doubt noticed, traveling with that dwarf can be quite the chore."
He chuckled as the two women walked off towards the Chantry, which was the biggest building in the camp. He turned his attention back to his men, who were still assisting the wounded, but he found himself distracted. He kept thinking about the woman, the Herald of Andraste, and why she seemed so familiar to him. Finally he sighed, thinking that perhaps drilling his men would draw his attention away from the red-haired, green eyed woman.