After disposing of a group of red templars, the elven guide brought them to a set of doors, raising a hand for them to enter. Alex and Cassandra pushed them open, and she gasped at the sight of a forest within the temple, with a glistening pool below them. "The Well of Sorrows…" She couldn't help but gasp out.

"So Mythal endures." Solas said behind her, looking around… almost wistfully, as Cassandra muttered out, "Andraste guide us."

"Fight on!" Alex heard someone shout out, and she raised her hand at her companions as she slowly and silently walked down the stairs, only to see Samson and his red templars. "An army pf these bastards won't stop us!"

Alex ran forward as the red templars decimated the elven sentinels, and from behind her, she heard Cassandra growl. Samson came forward to his lackeys, nodding approvingly and looking at them with pride, "You tough bastards… a day's march, hours of fighting, and still fierce as dragons. The Chantry never knew what it was throwing away."

"Samson- ser… watch out!" One of the red templars said as he spotted Alex and her company, and Samson turned to scowl at them.

"Inquisitor." The mad man said, "You and those elf-things don't know when to stop. You've hunted us half across Thedas. I should've guessed you'd follow us into this hole."

Alex scowled back at him, "I spoke to your Tranquil, Maddox. He sacrificed himself for your cause."

Samson blinked, and for a moment his face softened in sadness as he thought of the man, "I told him not to… he died as one of us then. One of the faithful. Corypheus chose me twice. First as his general, now as the Vessel for the Well of Sorrows. You know what's inside the Well? Wisdom. The kind of wisdom that can scour the world. I give it to Corypheus, and he can walk into the Fade without your precious Anchor."

"What's your part in it? What's a 'Vessel'?" Alex asked the man, but she could feel her fist clenching.

"What else empties a Well?" Samson told her, "I'll carry its power to Corypheus. One more task entrusted to me. Being force-fed Chantry lyrium was good for something. This armor makes me a living fortress… mind and body. I won't forget a word of the Well's knowledge. Corypheus will be unstoppable."

She bristled in anger as she unsheathed her staff, with Solas following suit as Cassandra raised her shield and sword, "I'll see Corypheus dead before I let him wield that power."

Samson growled at them, "How are you going to stop him? You're no match for Corypheus. Even if you drink from the Well, you'll never master its wisdom as he could."

He stretched out his arms as the red lyrium around his body glowed bright, making the air around him ripple with power, as he smirked at her evilly, "This is the strength the Chantry tried to bind. But it's a new world now. With a new God. So, Inquisitor…" He pointed at her and wiggled his finger, beckoning her to attack, "How will this go?"

But Samson blinked when Alex suddenly straightened and smirked mischieviously back at him, raising what looked like circular rune… the one Dagna had created for her, "Power's all well and good. Until it's taken away."

She raised the rune to his direction, and Samson screamed in pain as the red lyrium in his armor broke into pieces, falling to the ground like shattered glass and weakening him. He kneeled to the ground, panting, before looking up at her in rage and surprise. "What did you do?!" He shouted at her as he pushed himself up, "WHAT DID YOU DO?! My armor… it's gone! The lyrium… I NEED IT! KILL THEM ALL!"

"And heeeeereeee we go!" Sera exclaimed happily as she drew out her bow as Samson and his red templars charged, and Solas casted a barrier on them as Alex raised her hand, the ground burning with fire from her spell. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw two more elven sentinels join the fray, attacking the red templars. Sera and Solas helped the two elves with clearing them out, leaving Cassandra and Alex to fight Samson head on, with the Seeker protecting her with her shield as Alex brought out her Spirit Blade and hacked at the man.

But the battle proved difficult, with Samson growing more powerful as he drank red lyrium potions from a flask, even though he didn't have his armor. The four elves helped with the fight after they had disposed with their other enemies, one of the elves protecting Alex with a massive hammer, deflecting Samson's blows. But soon enough, Alex noticed the man weakening, his supply of red lyrium potions gone, and she nodded at Cassandra. She placed a fire mine on the ground, just as the Seeker charged, slamming on the man with her shield and flinging him back on to the mine, causing it to explode and flinging Samson up the air, before he fell on the ground with a hard thud.

He groaned as he tried to push himself up, tired and exhausted, "Not the Well, you wretch." He muttered out, "You can't take it from Corypheus. You mustn't…"

Alex growled as she stood over him, "And stay down, you bastard." She said as she slammed the blunt tip of her staff against his head forcefully, knocking him unconscious as she huffed and straightened.

"He's still breathing." Cassandra looked in shock at the man on the ground, as Solas rummaged around his pack and gave Alex a coil of rope, and she bent down over the former templar, tying his hands and his feet. "We can take him back to Skyhold for judgment." Alex said as she straightened and grinned at her companions, "That ought to make Cullen happy. Maybe he won't get so uptight with us after we're done with this."

Cassandra and Solas chuckled, but they turned around when they heard movement, only to see Abelas sprinting up what looked like rocks that formed out of nowhere, leading up to what she thinks is the Well of Sorrows. A strange cawing made her look up to see a raven flying around, following the elf, and Alex called up to him as she ran to follow him, "Abelas!"

They ran, following the elf up, and when they neared the landing, Morrigan returned to her original form, scowling angrily at Abelas. He made to turn around, but when he spotted Alex, he stopped.

"You heard his parting words, Inquisitor." Morrigan told her as she glowered at the elf, "The elf seeks to destroy the Well of Sorrows."

"So the sanctum is despoiled at last." Abelas muttered, and Morrigan scoffed, "You would have destroyed the Well yourself, given the chance."

The elf sneered at her, "To keep it from your grasping fingers! Better it be lost than bestowed upon the undeserving!"

"Fool!" The witch sneered back at him, "You'd let your people's legacy rot in the shadows!"

Alex looked at the elf in what she hoped was a look of apology, "Samson thought the well's knowledge was valuable. It could help stop Corypheus."

But Abelas continued to sneer as he shook his head, "I care nothing of your petty conflicts, shemlen."

"You'll care when Corypheus arrives for the Well." She retorted back, and Morrigan turned to her, "The Well clearly offers power, Inquisitor. If that power can be turned against Corypheus, can you afford not to use it?"

Abelas shook his head again as he walked towards the pool of water near them… the Well itself, its waters slightly red and darkened, "Do you even know what you ask? As each servant of Mythal reached the end of their years, they would pass their knowledge on… through this. All that we were. All that we knew. It would be lost forever."

"And it's better that knowledge remain in the Well, never passed on? You'd rather destroy it?" Alex asked the elf in shock. And Solas came forward and faced Abelas, "There are other places, friend. Other duties. Your people yet linger."

Abelas seemed to have smirked at him, "Elvhen such as you?"

Solas nodded and looked back at him in determination, "Yes. Such as I."

Abelas seemed to ponder his fellow elf's words, silencing as he thought, but soon he looked up at Alex, "You have shown respect to Mythal, and there is a righteousness in you I cannot deny. Is that your desire? To partake of the vir'abelasan as best as you can, to fight your enemy?"

Alex thought for a moment, biting her lip, as she remembered that in the inscription before, the Well offered power but required something in return, Humankind cannot gain anything without giving something in return, it seems, she thought as she looked up at the elf, "Gifts like this don't come freely."

The elf shrugged a little, "No boon of Mythal was ever granted without cost." He said, turning around to head back down, but he stopped and turned around to face them again, "The vir'abelasan may be too much for a mortal to comprehend. Brave it if you must, but know you this: you shall be bound forever to the will of Mythal."

Morrigan scoffed beside her, "Bound? To a goddess who no longer exists, if she ever did?"

Abelas scowled at her again, "Bound, as we are bound. The choice is yours."

"Is it possible this Mythal might still exist?" Alex asked the elf, and Abelas shrugged again, "Anything is possible."

"Elven legend states that Mythal was tricked by Fen'Harel and banished to the Beyond." Morrigan told her, looking particularly smug at her own knowledge. But Abelas scowled at her in distain, " 'Elven' legend is wrong. The Dread Wolf had nothing to do with her murder."

Both Alex and Morrigan blinked in surprise, "Murder?!" The witch beside her said, "I said nothing of-"

"She was slain." Abelas explained, "If a God can truly be. Betrayed by those who destroyed this temple. Yet the vir'abelasan remains. As do we. That is something."

"Are… are you leaving the temple?" Alex asked and for a moment, she thought she saw the elf smile kindly at her, "Our duty ends. Why remain?"

Solas came forward again, raising ahand in peace, "There is a place for you, lethallin… if you seek it."

Abelas looked at Solas, "Perhaps there are places the shemlen have not touched." But he turned to Alex again, "It may be that only uthenera awaits us. The blissful sleep of eternity, never to awaken. If fate is kind."

Alex blinked in shock, "You can walk away from the temple? Just like that?"

"After you drink, nothing remains to hold us." Abelas told her, turning around and stopping in front of Solas, who nodded at him. "Malas amelin na halam, Abelas." Solas told his fellow elf, who nodded back at him, before walking off down the stairs.

"His name…" Solas told her, "Abelas means sorrow. I said… I hoped he finds a new name."

Alex continued to watch the elf as he walked away, and she smiled to herself, "I'm sure he will, someday."