The year 9:28 was a more peaceful time in Kinloch Hold, where mages and templars lived in begrudging harmony. Sometimes, it was possible to pretend that even the ugliest corners of the spire didn't exist. This is a series of snapshots into a life full of blank vellum, lyrium dust in weird places, Anders trying to escape (again), and talking shit about templars to their faces.
Rated: T - English - Humor/Family - Chapters: 4 - Words: 10,196 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 6 - Published: 4/23/2018 - Surana, Amell, Jowan, Cullen