Duncan smiled slightly and began to walk forward. Amelia quickly followed. "We must return to your place of work. You will lay down and go to sleep, as I will contact the circle mages who will preform a spell to carry you through time. When you awake, you will be in the Dragon Age."

The pair walked along, Amelia still trying to get blood off of her clothes as she thought. "Hey Duncan?"

"Hmm?"

"I was just wonderin'... How did you know that this Elisa was so important if she died before she did anything?"

"It is rather simple, really. They Grey Wardens have a Soothsayer in their ranks to look into the future and insure that the Blight can be stopped. He can tell me of events that can effect the Blight, but not of my own future, even if it does effects the Blight. It is imperative to the safety of the world that I follow my set destiny. He informed me that a man, named Arl Rendon Howe, also had a soothsayer at his disposal, and did not follow this rule, using him to look at his own future. He was warned that Elisa would survive an attack that he had planned for her family, and that she could be a threat. He immediately had her silently taken away and killed, so the attack would go just as planned... It did."

"He killed her? And her family? But why? Did they do something wrong to him?"

"No. They were very close to him actually, but they were in control of an area that he wanted, so he had them destroyed."

"That... That bastard! He can't get away with that!"

"Amelia," Duncan said with a frown, "I understand your hatred for Arl Howe, as you and Elisa are so closely linked, but your main concern now is the Blight. Howe can wait."

"But I- ...I just-..." She gave a sigh. "Alright. Whatever you say..." She walked some more, staring at Duncan and pondering. "What am I supposed to tell my friends...friend? My Bosses?"
"I will tell your friend that I am from your government. I will tell him that your grandparents are alive and have requested to meet you, and that you will be going to see them."

"...Then I'm gone... just like that?"

"Yes."

"Oh..." She thought some more, this time, staring at her feet. "Do I need to pack?"

"Only things you will need. Electronics are obviously impossible, and wearing your own clothes will just confuse people. I will give you clothing so that you will appear to have lived in my time period."

"Oh... What about my so called 'family'? What if people ask me about them? I know nothing about these... Couslands."

"That will come in due time. It is more important that I train you for at least a day when we arrive. You must be able to defend yourself and your country."

"Oh..."

The pair walked on until they reached the old Shamrock. Marshal gave a sigh of relief as he saw Amelia walk in the door. This sense of comfort quickly faded when he spotted the blood stains on her dress. "What- what happened?!"

She glanced down at her clothes. "Oh, I uh... dropped a load of tomatoes, it got all over me."

"Phew!" He laughed. "I thought it was blood, for a minute!"

Amelia gave a nervous laugh as Duncan finally entered. Marshall stared. "Who's your friend?" Duncan gave a short nod. "I am Duncan. I am a government official. Amelia's grandparents have contacted us. They wish to see her."

"Yeah," she interjected. "I might be going to stay with them for a while."

Marshall forced a smile. "Oh... oh that's... great... congratz."

She smirked back. "Yeah... it's uh.. great..."

"When will you be leaving?"

"Well, soon-ish, I think."

"You will come back, right?"

"Uh... yeah. Ofcourse."

"Good." he smiled as he he began to put on his coat. "Well, you guys have a nice chat, I'm off to make sure that old Mrs Gallagher is alright. Terry's upstairs in his bed. Will you lock up?" he said, fishing out the spare hotel keys from his pocket and dumping them in her hand.

"Yeah. Sure. No problem."

"Great, see you later! Nice to meet you Duncan."

Duncan crossed his arms over his chest and gave a short bow. "Likewise."

Marshal stared at him for a moment, confused, and then began to open the door. "Marshal?" Amelia called. "...Goodbye buddy. You've uh... been a great friend."

Marshal laughed. "Geeze Amy! Chill out!"

And with that, Amelia watched Marshal walk out of the door for what could have been the last time. She gave a sigh and turned to Duncan.

"Let's get this over with. Before I change my mind."