A Little Brighter
Ennaly awoke from stirring next to her and she opened her eyes to see Solas sitting upright. Smiling sleepily, she crawled against him. A faint red at the horizon foreshadowed dawn.
"Cannot sleep?" she asked drowsily.
Lovingly, he looked down at her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "I did not want to disturb your rest."
His chest was cold against her cheek and she wrapped her arms around him to warm him up. The evening before, they had left the camp without bringing more than the clothes on their back. Not wanting to dirty the borrowed dress, Solas had surrendered his shirt to Ennaly. "You rarely have trouble sleeping. Is anything worrying you?"
A faint smile grew on his lips. "There are many worries on my mind. But I do not wish to burden you with any of them."
She cuddled closer against him. "But I might help. I want to. You can talk to me."
The smile on his lips increased as he gazed at her. "Your presence is already helping me, ma vhenan." But despite that, his smile grew sad. "Just… sometimes I question whether I make the right decisions, for the right reasons."
Ennaly wondered that herself often. "Is there anything in particular bothering you?" she murmured, gently trailing her finger over his features.
Solas looked at her wistfully, before he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch.
"You don't have to share if you don't want to," she whispered, tracing along the small scar on his forehead. "As long as you're not doubting me."
She said it in jest, hoping to draw him from his state of melancholy, but his eyes fluttered open. "No," he said, extending a hand towards her cheek. "Out of all the things I do doubt, my love for you is not one of them."
The words warmed her heart and she smiled and leaned closer to kiss him.
"It is just entirely unexpected that amidst all of this, I could meet someone like you," he continued when they parted.
Encouraged by his words, she rose and sat across his lap, her hands on his chest. "Someone like me? Sleepy, dishevelled, wearing your shirt?"
A soft grin spread on his face. "I meant your rare and marvellous spirit. But talking about my shirt, I am afraid I must reclaim it."
She brushed her hair away from her face, her braid tousled after sleep. "Alas, we arrive at an impassive," she declared playfully, glad to see him moving away from his melancholy. "Your shirt is too comfortable to surrender." It slipped down one shoulder, the neckline too large for her small frame.
He shook his head in quiet disapproval, but his smile lingered. "Vhenan… Do not make me exert myself this early in the morning."
Teasingly, she traced lines over his bare chest. "I'm afraid I have to insist. If you want it back, you have to apply force. I plan to exert myself a lot more."
After a deep breath, Solas wrapped his arms around her, and with muffled giggling from Ennaly, he flipped them around, trapping her beneath him. This was the one thing she liked about being small, feeling safe with Solas close above her.
"I can never be scared with you this close, ma'arlath," she said, but to her surprise, the words didn't encourage him, but turned his smile a little mournful again.
"Solas?" she asked softly as she cupped his cheek. "You know you don't have to be afraid this close to me."
He leaned closer to kiss her. "I know," he said, and as he parted, his sorrow was gone as if she'd imagined it. "But I am afraid it is time for this shirt to return to its rightful owner… And I believe there is something far more lovely underneath."
Ennaly giggled again as Solas' fingers trailed downwards to the edge of the shirt. She caught a glance of the brightening skies over his shoulders. "If we hurry, we could watch the sunrise from a better viewpoint," she said playfully as she let him pull the shirt over her head and kiss her breasts.
Solas raised his eyebrows. "Priorities, vhenan?"
Eagerly, she started to unlace his breeches. "There's more than enough time," she murmured through kisses.
Half an hour later, just in time, they sat on a rocky overhang that provided a breathtaking view over the strange landscape, Ennaly once again wearing the linen dress. Arms around each other, they watched as the first glimmers of daylight filled the valley, casting long shadows where the rocky pillars blocked the sunrays.
Ennaly's eyes fell on an unexpected sight in the plains below. A lone halla wandered gracefully through the terrain, enjoying the early morning graze. Its horns were magnificent, more splendid than any halla's she had ever seen before, and like its fur, shone golden in the light of dawn.
Her breath halted as the creature continued its path and moved outside the light. The fur and horns didn't appear golden by an illusion cast by the sun. They actually were golden. This wasn't a mere halla, this was the Pathfinder, as told by her legends, a lone wanderer apart from any herd. Ghilan'nain had blessed the new season.
"Hanal'ghilan," Ennaly murmured in awe, pointing out the creature to Solas. "Said to visit the Dalish in times of great need."
He followed her gaze. "It is beautiful," he replied as they watched the creature walk and graze until it appeared out of sight.
The creature reminded Ennaly of another lone halla, months ago, that Dorian had made using ice magic during a snowman competition, back when times were simpler. It had ended up on its side, and blood had melted the flanks as they fought for Haven.
She had compared herself to that icy halla, out of place as she felt. But if she had to compare herself to another halla now, perhaps this was a better one. It was marked by its golden fur, different than the others, blessed by Ghilan'nain, as she herself was different than the other Dalish, marked by the Anchor, blessed by…
If she had considered the wolves from the previous days a sign, then certainly this creature was a sign, as well?
Feeling at peace, she placed her head back on Solas' shoulder and he pulled her closer to him. They could enjoy this sight a little longer.
Only when he nudged her awake, did Ennaly notice that she had fallen asleep again. It was still early morning, but soft light now illuminated the entire valley.
"We should return," Solas whispered.
Ennaly got up and together they made their way back towards the camp. With a sense of unease, she realised that they had left the festivities rather abruptly, immediately after the ceremony. She wasn't sure if they would welcome her back as happily as they had received her, but as she knew, you could not change the past.
Her glowing hand already made her strange, but invoking the Dread Wolf during a sacred moment likely hadn't endeared herself to those around. Perhaps Anarel had been talking, and they might think that opposing her would invoke the Dread Wolf's wrath.
A shiver passed over her spine. What would it mean if she herself ever did something he did not like?
Apprehensive about the reactions, she held onto Solas' arm as they entered the camp again, the only real comfort around. But there was no reason to worry. A lot of the Elves were still asleep, and those already awake appeared grumpy or tired. They had likely enjoyed the alcoholic beverages a little too much during the previous night and had to perform their morning duties with headache and nausea. Nobody seemed to hold any animosity towards her.
But even when she returned the smiles and greetings, Ennaly felt detached from them all. This wasn't her clan, and there were small differences in habits. Returning to her own clan was no longer an option, but she could hardly imagine herself joining a different clan. What place would she have in a camp like this? She would feel so out of tune after everything that had happened, after everything that she had learned.
They reunited with Briala and Judy, the latter looking worse for wear, during breakfast and came to the realisation that they were a lot closer to Skyhold in their current location than if they were to go back to Val Royeaux. The others were still back there, however, without knowing where they had gone.
Briala suggested a cooperation. Using the mirrors would save them three days of travel. They would fetch the others in Val Royeux and would spend two days starting to clear out the Crossroads, as they dubbed the large plaza-like place where they were attacked. That would still save them one day, while making the Eluvians a little saver to use, and to pay proper respect for the fallen Elves.
After breakfast, Ennaly returned her borrowed clothing and extended her appreciation to Keeper Hawen. Flanked by Briala, Judy and Loranil, they headed back towards the Eluvian.
"Don't you have magic that helps with this?" Judy groaned, needing a short break as they entered the Crossroads, clutching her head. She had enjoyed the festivities a little too much.
Looking around, Ennaly sighed. "Sadly, magic isn't the solution for everything. Not anymore, at least." She gestured around herself, at this remnant of a magic-constructed place, now more desolate than glorious.
Loranil peered at Judy. "Had a little too much fun yesterday with my cousin?"
With another groan, Judy looked up at him. "Maker's breath, don't tell me they are your cousin?"
Laughter escaped him. "Alright. I won't tell you, then."
Briala grinned in their direction, and luckily, their way back through the Eluvian was a lot less adventurous than the first time. Ennaly and Solas made it back to the others with a little disguise from the bustle of midday traffic through the cobbled streets.
The others, as Briala had predicted, did not quite appreciate the Crossroads as the Elves did. They expressed amazement upon hearing where Ennaly and Solas had gone and agreed to help out, realising they could utilise this form of travel and benefitted from making it safe.
"I wish Daisy could see this," Varric said in awe as they walked the runic path. "But I have to believe you all on the colours, because all I can see is forty shades of grey."
"Grey and murky," Dorian agreed. "I knew Tevinter tried to unlock the secrets of the mirrors, but they only achieved long-distance communication. If only they knew there was an entire world inside."
"Let us be glad they never achieved that," Solas replied a little harshly, which turned Dorian subdued again.
"It messes with my head," Bull commented and Cassandra wholeheartedly agreed, judging from her disgruntled noises.
Cole however, seemed to flow through the pathways at a different pace than even the Elves did. "It isn't as scary here as the Fade was, with the Nightmare," he said. "And it is pretty."
"Can you see the colours, Kid?" Varric asked him. "But you are no Elf."
"It is because you are a spirit, Cole," Solas replied. "You are more in tune with this place than even us. You can be closer to your nature here."
"Yes, it feels content here," he agreed. "You feel it, too. But it is crumbling, collapsing, corroding… It once was so much more. I am glad we can help the Elves, trapped here when – oh."
Almost a little surprised, Cole peered at Solas with his icy eyes. "I am sorry," he added quietly.
Solas smiled at him, but it was mournful. "I am sorry too."
Confused, Ennaly looked up. The others were too distracted by keeping themselves collected that they missed the interaction. Her eyes crossed Briala and Ennaly shrugged. She had heard enough of Cole's and Solas' conversation to give up on trying to follow everything.
"Can you bind me?" Cole asked. "So that no demon can attempt to bind me as the Wardens did, or the demon here, to the Elves. I won't be me anymore. Walls around what I want, blocking, bleeding, making me a monster."
Panic started to overtake him as his voice grew louder, but he calmed as Solas placed a hand on his shoulder. "We can help you, Cole. You do not have to be afraid."
Cole took a deep breath and smiled, his voice quiet again. "Yes. But later, when we are out of this place. This should no longer be a place of fear."
And in the following few days, they managed to gather all the skeletons and bodies they could find. They carried them outside, respectfully, and used the Eluvian towards the Dales as an exit. If the skeletons needed to rest anywhere, the Dales was the best place to do so.
They dug a large grave to bury the remains, and as Ennaly wanted to chant the Dalish prayers, Solas interrupted. He claimed that he would speak the words that would have been said during the time these Elves had lived. Ennaly wanted to argue, claim that surely they must be the same words, but stopped herself as she saw the shadows of emotions Solas kept hidden. This act seemed to mean a lot to him, and she felt no need to interrupt it.
He made no mention of Falon'Din, as Ennaly would have, but spoke soft Elven words of gratitude, sacrifice, belonging and endings. The words were beautiful, if strange to hear.
And when he was finished, she knelt at the barrow and called forth magic. Yellow light, bright but not overwhelming, flowed from beneath her fingers. Grass grew and flowers sprouted as the light swept over the earth, covering it as if the barrow had been here for years. It was a beautiful place for these Elves to rest, and Ennaly thought of the graves of her family and friends in a beautiful valley overlooking the sea. This was like a little goodbye for her own clan, as well.
When the rituals were finished, they bade goodbye to Briala. Loranil and Judy decided to travel along to Skyhold. Loranil wanted to join the Inquisition's cause and they agreed that Judy could act as a guide for the Inquisition to allow occasional access to the Eluvians. Briala pressed upon them to keep the knowledge of the Eluvians private and only allowed access to Leliana's most trusted Elven agents. Ennaly didn't need telling twice.
But when they finally returned to Skyhold, they found that they had an even closer connection to the Crossroads than thought before. After the Ball at Halamshiral, Morrigan moved to Skyhold to act as a liaison, and she had brought two things of note: an Eluvian of her own, and her son, a dark-haired, ten-year-old boy with a penetrative stare and strange comments.
Morrigan was surprised to learn that Ennaly had just travelled through an Eluvian. "This is what Corypheus seeks," she claimed as they stood in the Crossroads. "An Elven artifact, from a time long before their empire was lost to Human greed. I know not where, just that he does."
It barely surprised Ennaly. She turned around to watch the graveyard of broken Eluvians, here and there interspersed with dormant ones. "So he just wants faster travel, is it? That is more of a means than a goal."
A knowing smile spread on Morrigan's face. "This place," she said as she slowly spun around. "'Tis not the Fade, but it is very close. Someone with enough power could tear down the ancient barriers…"
As Ennaly stared at her, months-old memories entered her mind. Bull, Varric, and Leliana sacrificing themselves so Dorian could revert the terrible Veil-less future they witnessed. Words spoken by Corypheus resurfaced. What marks you as "touched," what you flail at rifts, I crafted the assault the very heavens.
"And enter the Fade in the flesh," she said aghast. "Like Corypheus wanted to do with the Anchor."
Now they had even more incentive to keep the Eluvians quiet.
Morrigan nodded, her piercing golden eyes following Ennaly's every move. "I see you understand that is quite an undesirable outcome. Use your forces to seek him out, to find out where he is conducting his search. You have made him desperate, Inquisitor. We must work together to stop him, as soon as we can."
Ennaly found Leliana leaning against the side of a window in the rookery, her gaze fixed on the garden below. She greeted the Spymaster softly, but only received a muttered greeting in return. Leliana didn't turn around, instead appearing lost in musings. Curiously, Ennaly took place at the other side of the window and peered down.
Below in Skyhold's garden were Morrigan and her son, engaged in conversation as they strolled around. Leliana's eyes followed the pair, and Ennaly remembered that at some point, both Leliana and Morrigan had been travelling with the Hero of Ferelden.
They kept gazing at mother and son for several more moments before Ennaly turned her attention to Leliana. "I have a letter for you," she said, holding out the sealed papers Fenris had given her, written by Daylen.
With a lingering touch of melancholy in her blue eyes, Leliana turned to face her. "For me? Usually, it is I who has letters for you." As her eye fell on her name written on the letter, her expression changed to happiness, but it only lasted for a brief moment. "Thank you," she said in a low voice. "I know whom this is from. Did you meet him?"
"No, I didn't," Ennaly replied quietly. The thought of being away from Solas, her source of comfort, for any extended period, was difficult to imagine. How much did people everywhere always have to sacrifice for the sake of duty? "I met Fenris, Hawke's lover, and he gave me the letter. I didn't know Hawke and Daylen were cousins."
A faint smile appeared on Leliana's lips. "A family of troublemakers. Yet somehow, they got to influence the course of history. Thank you for the letter. I shall read it later."
"They will be travelling together to Weisshaupt."
At those words, Leliana's smile grew a little brighter. "He'd like that." She returned her gaze back to the garden, and Ennaly followed it. "He looks like him."
"Who?" she asked, confused.
"Kieran. Morrigan's son. Daylen is his father."
Surprised, Ennaly didn't know what to say. She didn't want to assume anything about the relationships of others and possible painful love triangles.
Leliana smiled, sensing her hesitation to reply. "I don't claim to fully understand it. He wasn't born out of romantic love. It was… a ritual. I shouldn't envy Morrigan for having a constant reminder of the man I love, when Daylen might very well be alive because of that child."
"A… ritual?" Ennaly asked, still uncertain how she should react.
With a small sigh, Leliana leaned back to the stone wall. "Some kind of magic. He told me it has something to do with Grey Wardens and the reason they are required for killing Archdemons." She paused to take a deep breath. "Once, I thought I would have a family and children of my own, but my life as a bard prevented me from that. There was a small moment, when I was with Daylen, I thought that perhaps…" She shook her head a little sadly. "Grey Wardens are supposed to have greatly reduced fertility, so I didn't think it possible. The ritual… highly increased their chance of conception, and well, we have Kieran as proof for that."
Ennaly's gaze remained fixed on Leliana, as she felt the implications of her words echoing in her mind. "Blood magic?" she asked, her mind racing with confusion, and worse, a sense of hope.
"I don't know," Leliana said despondently. "I certainly wouldn't put it past Morrigan. Yes. Probably."
Ennaly's throat tightened. Blood magic, and a ritual to conceive a child? Images shot through her mind, of a small aravel at the edge of a forest near a stream, decorated with Solas' paint. She, sitting nearby with a bundle of brightly coloured fabrics at her breast like Lamaira, watching Solas teach a small bare-footed ginger-haired girl her first spells.
Almost involuntarily, Leliana's words pulled her back to the present. "But I am glad I have no children in the line of our work. Can you imagine, being responsible for a child while out there in the fields, killing demons?"
The idyllic image shattered, and Ennaly had to swallow back her tears. No matter how beautiful, that would never be her future. Besides, she would never resort to blood magic, and she knew Solas wouldn't either, since it would pull him away from his connection to the Fade. And who was to say Solas even wanted a child, even if there wouldn't be a need for a ritual?
And yet, without thinking, she had placed her hand on her lower belly, over the lines of the Vallaslin that couldn't fulfil their promise. "No," she replied meekly and let her hand fall away. Leliana was right. With all the risks and fighting, this would be no place to raise a child. But when it was all over...
Almost surprised, Leliana faced her. "Did you ever want to have children?"
Ennaly took a deep, steeling breath. It didn't matter what she would answer. Leliana was skilled at reading people and had likely already figured out her answer. "It's not in the stars for me," she simply said.
With a kind smile, Leliana placed a consoling hand on hers. Perhaps they weren't all too different. Ennaly returned a smile before Leliana looked out of the window again. "I might sound ungrateful for Morrigan, but I'm not. Motherhood suits her better than I ever thought it could."
The Spymaster seemed happy again as she looked down at the mother and son. When they passed out of sight, Leliana's smile faded away and she regarded the letter, still clutched in her hand. "That reminds me, I have something for you too."
She walked to her desk and grabbed a small wooden chest. She ran her hand over it in a sign of respect, before facing Ennaly. "When your clan passed away, my agents gathered several keepsakes that were scattered over the battlefield or could be salvaged from the burned camp."
Ennaly felt her heart drop as Leliana presented the chest. It was unadorned, made for function rather than aesthetics. The only decoration was the Inquisition's eye painted in green on the lid. Swallowing, Ennaly took it and stared down. From the sound it made and the weight, it was filled to the brim. So this was it, all that was left of her clan?
"Thank you," she replied quietly, afraid of tears if she would speak louder. "It means a lot to know that someone cared enough to gather these."
A compassionate smile appeared on Leliana's lips. "Take your time to grieve, and know you don't have to do it alone. You are surrounded by many people who care for you. Don't make the mistake I did to let the grief blind you. You showed me that there is enough light left in the world, and we are all working together to make that light a little brighter, one step at a time."
Ennaly returned a faint smile as she regarded the woman in front of her. They had all grown over the months they were with the Inquisition, and Leliana had certainly grown calmer and less ruthless than she once was, consumed with grief and guilt over the death of Divine Justinia.
She herself might not follow the Andrastian faith, but that didn't mean she couldn't respect it or the influence it had on people. People like herself, Elves and mages, had certainly been forced to live in the darkness, but with the right people in the right places...
"You know?" Ennaly said, her voice stronger again. "I think you would make an excellent Divine. I think you would work to ensure that light reaches more people than it currently does. Not all change is bad."
For the first time since it all started, the Inquisition found themselves with no set next step. There was no looming date of a ball they needed to attend, no fortress to lay siege to, no Breach they could close. They had a foe, but they didn't currently know where Corypheus was, only that he was interested in an Eluvian. That meant that the best thing they could do was perform their own investigations and scout around for any signs of him or Red Templars. Since information was scarce, it meant that for the first time in months, they had time to breathe and wind down.
Ennaly and her companions went around to scout, close Fade Rifts, and answer calls for help. Judy, or Shimmers, as her Inquisition name was, guided them through the Eluvians on occasions, greatly reducing their travel time. They went to Redcliffe with Dorian to meet his father, then again with Cole to reconcile him with his past and turn him more into a spirit. They saved Bull's Chargers, turning him into Tal-Vashoth, confronted Cassandra's past and killed Lord Seeker Lucius, tried to track down Samson, and finally met the woman who lent her name to Varric's crossbow.
And all that time, Ennaly didn't open the little wooden chest that Leliana gave her with keepsakes from her clan. But at the end of summer was her mother's birthday, and she felt she could no longer ignore it.
Surrounded by her friends, Ennaly sat on the large bed in her quarters. During Dalish funerals, the clan would tell stories about the deceased in memory. Ennaly knew that family meant something different to the friends around her. All of them had fewer loving memories of their families, but they were here regardless, laughing with her and consoling her as she opened the box to rummage through.
It carried a multitude of trinkets, some scratched, some partly burned. Beads, amulets, brooches, each of them little memories of their owners, bringing both a smile to her face and a tear in her eyes. And she told the stories. The woman who could make her favourite honey cakes just the way she liked them, their Elder, and the stories he used to tell her. Her best friends, their little girl. Deshanna, who taught her to control her magic, and even the first boy she ever kissed during a game when she was a young teenager.
Only one item made her pause. It was a wooden ring, beautifully carved, depicting Fen'Harel. She ran her finger over the grooves, but she did not tell this story. Deshanna had worn it, and Ennaly had always known that one day, the ring and the promise it carried would be hers to bear.
She wasn't done with it yet. Her eyes crossed Solas' as she pocketed it, just the smallest of frowns visible on his brow. Behind him, the painting he had made of the forest scape with the wolf and halla appeared in her view.
She locked the items back into in the box, a final resting place. And after that, tears rolled down her face, her friends hugged her, and Dorian took an awfully long time before he released her.
"I want to go to the garden," she murmured to Solas as he embraced her, and they both knew which garden she meant.
By this time, Ennaly was fully skilled in Fade-stepping, and together they made it up to the Elven garden in no time.
It had grown luscious and verdant over the summer. It smelled fragrant of sage and elfroot, but with the late summer season, a new flower had bloomed, purple and beautiful, but also rather toxic.
"Wolfsbane," Ennaly mused as she fidgeted with the sylvanwood ring.
Keeping his eyes on Ennaly, Solas stepped next to her, back against the stone railing. "How do you feel, vhenan?"
She looked at him and sighed quietly to collect her thoughts. "There is one amulet I wish was there, the only reminder I ever had of my father. My mother always wore it around her neck. It was made of a rare purple jade, the colour of his eyes that I supposedly inherited. It had a carving of an elfroot leaf on it."
Her eyes were drawn to the elfroot in this garden. Among all the green ones, one had purple-edged leaves, royal elfroot.
"He died before I was born, so I have no memories of him. And now I don't even have that to remember him by. He was a mage, like me."
Solas took a step closer and gently cupped her cheek to make her face him. "I am sorry for the loss. But do not think you have nothing to remember him by. His legacy lives on in you, every time you cast a spell or..." he gazed at her purple eyes, "every time you look in a mirror."
A soft smile spread over her lips. "That's a comforting thought."
She embraced him and they stood there in the fragrant summer winds, savouring the moment. Several heartbeats later, Ennaly withdrew and raised the ring between them. "Now I realise that with the death of Deshanna, I have been Keeper of clan Lavellan for several months already. Can you be a Keeper if you are the only one left?"
His hands lingered on her waist, but Solas slowly retracted them as he looked at the ring. "You once called yourself Keeper of the Inquisition," he reminded her. "There are many of us left."
With a sigh, she held the ring up against the skies and let the sunrays pass through it. "Keepers receive this as a reminder of the promise to protect against the Dread Wolf." She scoffed and closed her hand around it. "I don't even know what that means anymore," she said bitterly, unsure if she was scared, sad, or just disillusioned.
The last few weeks had been rather devoid of any mention of the Dread Wolf, and the fear she felt during the summer solstice had slowly faded, to be replaced by confusion.
It took Solas a moment to react. Stepping forward, he closed his hands around Ennaly's. "Symbolisms can evolve over time, like we do. If this ring is a memory of the love you hold for your clan, you can attach a new significance to it, a new promise."
Ennaly stared at their hands in silence, before she pulled hers back and let her gaze wander through the garden. The painted fresco stood out in the absence of the wolf and halla that Solas added to the fresco in her own room.
"Wolfsbane," Ennaly said again as her eyes fell on the purple flowers. As she turned to face Solas, the wolven amulet around his neck stood out against his light tunic. Gently, she reached out to let her fingers glide over the smooth bone. "You said this was a promise."
"To protect those that cannot protect themselves," Solas agreed.
She smiled and released the jawbone. "I might borrow that promise." With a staggered breath of anticipation, she placed the ring on her finger. It felt pleasant against her skin and she raised her hand against the afternoon sun.
"Hold me?" she asked Solas, and they stood in an embrace for a long time, before Solas parted and took Ennaly's hand for a dance. They remained until the sun started to set, deciding it was best to leave while they still had natural light.
The part of the battlements that served as their entry to Skyhold was usually rather abandoned. But this evening, as they Fade-stepped to the top together, there were two people in conversation, several yards ahead.
Cullen and Leliana turned their attention towards them.
"Inquisitor," Leliana said, her tone more formal than normal. She generally only used her name where she had something official to say. "We were waiting for you. We have news. We know where Corypheus will show up. We have to go to the Arbor Wilds."
Ennaly and Solas looked at each other, holding their breath. Would this mean their final confrontation was near?