Timeline wise, we are now moving into the time between DA2 and DAI. The story is currently at the end of 9:37 Dragon, and Seeker Cassandra came to Kirkwall and questioned Varric in 9:40 Dragon, with the conclave occurring in 9:41Dragon. (Just so you get a sense of the timing) We will most likely skip through a lot of this, but hopefully in a way where you'll see the passage of time, but still feel like you know what our people are up to.

For those that have read the books that span this time, you should recognize plot lines- for those that haven't please make sure to let me know if I'm not making it make sense for you. Obviously I won't tell the entire story from the books, but I don't want to just give a snippet here or there that feels out of place either. That being said, you will be introduced to "new" characters, and plots that will give spoilers for these books.

"So, she's gone then," Hawke mumbled.

He didn't notice, nor would have cared if he did, that his companions all gave each other knowing and worried looks.

"Yes," Fenris spoke, knowing that even though he had already shared this information with the others, he should be the one to tell Hawke, since he had been there. "We paid for passage for several others, finding people that looked the most like them."

"You found other humans and elves traveling together?" Merrill asked in awe.

There was no laughter this time, though some lips twitched upwards. "No," Fenris answered, though not in anger. "We paid them to travel together, although they do not understand why. If they are stopped and questioned however, they will know nothing."

"And Shade?" Varric asked, knowing that Hawke wouldn't care about that part.

"Went with them," Fenris grunted. "There were three of four groups on that same ship, and he will head off with another pair when they dock, just in case the decoys do not work."

There were some sighs, but most were still looking at Hawke, trying to gauge his reaction.

"Well, that's all we can do then," Isabela stated. She went over and sat next to Hawke. "So then, is it back to business as usual?" she asked him.

He glanced at her, before looking back down at his hands.

"We do have quite the mess to clean up," Varric spoke again.

"The templars of course are blaming the mages for this," Sebastian added, and Anders nodded in what seemed like defeat.

"Did we expect anything different?" he added, looking at his own hands. "And its not like there isn't some truth to that."

"The problem is that the nobles are calling for Hawke to defend them from these mages," Aveline interjected. "They can't seem to accept that the guilty party was killed in the explosion."

Charade, always aware of the emotions of others, patted Anders on the back. "I'm sorry," she told him quietly. "Though it could have been much, much worse." She could see the harsh lines on the prince's face and gave him a look.

"We were able to evacuate some from the chantry, and you risked your lives to ensure that blast didn't consume all of Hightown," she continued, still looking at Sebastian. "Who knows if any of use would even still be alive if not for you?"

"Trickster's right Blondie," Varric added. "You did what you could, no point dwelling on what ifs."

Hawke looked up at that, feeling as if Varric had been talking to him. He had been constantly going over everything in his mind, wondering if he could have changed something, but in that moment he realized; it didn't matter any longer.

There was no changing it now. Even if he wanted to apologize to Cat, and I'm definitely not thinking that, not only he, but no one he knew even had a slight idea of where she would go.

The only clue they had, was that she had said something to Fenris about going where no one would think of looking for them.

No, it was over now. And just like everything else in his life- he needed to grieve, and move on. It was always difficult, but he knew that in time he would be better for this. He would be stronger for the pain he felt now.

The thought made his face twist, as he thought once again of all he had suffered because Cat felt he should. He groaned inwardly, not wanting to think of her any longer.

He suddenly felt he knew the answer. He needed to stay busy… so busy in fact, that he couldn't think of her.

He stood then, seeing his crew looking up at him in surprise. His emotions flooded him, and he tamped them down without mercy. He would no longer be that man. He would be as his father had taught him to be, letting logic and that which was rational rule him.

"Thank you, everyone," he said, thinking to gain their attention, but he already had it. "It may be rough at first, however, I for one would like to get back to work." He looked around at each of their faces. "What do you say?"

Their room was deep in the hold of the ship, but Nyssa and Cat hardly noticed. It was the second part of their journey and the third ship they had boarded. Once they finally felt somewhat safe- Cat wouldn't never be entirely sure there was such a thing- they got down to business.

They sat together on the bed, and spoke in whispers; not wanting anyone else to hear, as Cat explained everything.

She took it well enough, even finding out that in the story Hawke had been too late to save her from Huon. She dismissed that without further thought, and asked to know if Cat had chosen to befriend her because of remembering her from the story, or if it was a coincidence.

They spent a long time going through what happened, versus what could have happened, and both agreed they were glad they were now with each other.

Cat had several friends now that knew all about her, but it was somehow different with Nyssa. Almost as if she had a piece of Olivia back. Someone who cared about her because of their interactions, not because of what she knew,

Nyssa was somehow the best of both; those that knew and those that didn't, and Cat could feel the tears pooling in her eyes as she thought of it.

"What is it?" Nyssa asked quietly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Cat shook her head. "It's just… I never thought I'd find a friend… that didn't care about what I knew."

"Oh Cat," she pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back. "It's hard for them too, I'm sure. Curiosity is a hard thing to let go of."

"What do you mean?" Cat asked, pulling back.

"Well of course," Nyssa tried to explain delicately. "Everyone gets curious, especially about something like the future," she said. "I'd probably be curious too, if I wasn't already supposed to be dead."

Cat flinched. "Don't say it like that," she grumbled, as Nyssa chuckled.

"Sorry," she said with a smile. "It's hard to be upset, knowing that everything I have is more than I ever dreamed, and it's all thanks to you guys." Her smile disappeared.

"But having met most of the people that know about this?" she gestured to Cat. "It's not a surprise that they'd want to know more. Especially," she emphasized, "if you could help them realize their goals by just telling them something."

She gave Cat a knowing look and her hand a squeeze. "And they don't understand the long term complications, like you do." She gave a little wiggle of her head, as if to say it was iffy. "But then again, you've had a lot more time to think about it, haven't you?"

Seeing things from a new perspective had Cat quietly thinking her words over. She finally gave a nod. And both of them adjusted to lay down on their bunk.

Wanting a change of subject, Cat asked, "So, are you curious as to whose baby it is?" she wondered. "I mean, I hope I'm not offending, I'm just curious, I guess…"

Nyssa laughed. "I get it," she placed her hand on Cat's, waiting as Cat flinched and then settled. "No, not really," she replied. "I don't think of it that way. I just think of it as ours. All of ours."

"Oh, I see," Cat replied, understanding dawning. "Are you hoping for a boy or girl?" she asked. "I know, I know, either is fine. But really," she turned her head to look at her friend. "I swear I won't tell anyone. What are you hoping for?"

"A boy," Nyssa said quietly. "A boy that looks just like his fathers."

"So? What news?"

Leliana glanced over to her right, and shook her head. "It isn't good, I'm afraid. And I'd rather tell it only once."

"Ugh," Cassandra grunted in impatience, but knowing it did little to sway her counterpart. "This will only continue to escalate. Perhaps an exalted march is exactly what we need."

"The city seems to be putting itself together," Leliana replied demurely, nodding to a guard as they passed him.

Cassandra snorted this time. "The calm before the storm," she replied. "Mark my words."

Leliana turned, knowing now that Cassandra had her own news to share. "What has happened?" she asked.

"I'd prefer to only tell it once," Cassandra replied somewhat snootily, and Leliana merely smiled in return.

"I sound nothing like that," she finally said, as the pair came to the doors of the Divine's rooms.

"She is waiting for you," the guard said, turning to open the doors for them.

"Thank you," they both responded, waiting until the doors were shut behind them before stepping more fully into the room where the Divine was sitting.

"Ah, I see you have both brought news," Justinia said with a smile, her uncanny ability to know based on their expressions. "Come, come and share it with me," she added.

The women looked at each other, and then started moving. They each made an arc examining the room, the corners, the curtains- ensuring that they were alone before taking their seats on either side of the Divine.

"Thank you," she said, knowing that it was for all of their peace of mind as well as spies that they checked the room. Yet still, they kept their voices hushed. "Now, Leliana, what have you learned?"

"My contacts say that it is much as before," she explained. "The people of Kirkwall are still wary of mages, though the Champion does all he can to subvert that." she gave a small smile that the Divine could read well. "The templars are forced to assist him in rebuilding efforts, lest they appear to care not for the citizens."

Now she frowned slightly. "They have requested more forces, and have practically tripled their recruiting efforts. I do not know their plans, but it is not due to an increase of mages."

"Hmm," Justinia looked as if she wanted to take notes, but she merely tapped her quill on the parchment. "Continue to monitor then," she said. "We should discover what is being plotted before accusations or judgement are laid upon them."

"Yes, your reverence," Leliana agreed, giving a smile at the Divine's roll of eyes to her title.

"Still takes some getting used to," Justinia murmured, the humor lines around her eyes crinkling together as she smiled. "But, we're almost there," she added, turning to Cassandra. "And Cassandra?" she asked.

"Another uprising, this time in Jader," she reported. "Put down quickly, but I fear this will only continue to happen as news of the failed vote for independence and the troubles in Kirkwall spread."

"Was it the entire circle?" Justinia asked.

Cassandra hesitated, before shaking her head. "But, your eminence, that does not mean there is no cause for concern-"

"Yes, Cassandra, I know," Justinia sighed. "However just as we cannot judge those for actions that they may undertake," she said, gesturing to Leliana. "Neither can we condemn an entire circle for the acts of a few."

"It will only get worse," Cassandra grumbled. "I do not want to purge these circles, but I do not want to see war."

"I agree," Leliana spoke up. "But then what is the solution?" she asked.

"There are many things that are in the works," Justinia explained, leaning forward in her seat. "You have both been very patient with me, but I do not yet know which way the wind will blow."

"Then we must learn more," Leliana said with determination. "We cannot let those that want this war to win."

"Agreed," Cassandra nodded. "What do you want us to do?" she asked the Divine.

"What's going on?"

Adrian glanced back and forth as they walked, noticing the hustle and bustle around them. "I don't know," she responded. "But there are far more templars here now then there were a few days ago. And now we're suddenly having a group lecture?" she mused, putting the pieces together. "Something big has happened," she concluded.

Rhys looked down at her, wondering yet again how she could feel comfortable not keeping her voice down. One of these days, that mouth was going to get her in trouble, he thought yet again. And yet, each time, he couldn't help but admire her- just a bit.

It wasn't as if he were a coward, but being a mage in a circle was bad enough. Being a mage inside the White Spire- that was a different story. The White Spire was in the center of Orlais, the same city that housed the Empress, and the Divine. If any circle were held to impossible standards, it was this one.

"Something big huh?" he said, trying not to get Adrian riled up. "I guess we'll see."

"No need for that," a voice spoke behind them, and the duo turned.

"Garys," Adrian gave a smile, though she knew the elven man didn't like her. She was trying to kind to him, but that didn't seem to matter. It wasn't exactly her fault that she was looked to as the leader of the Libertarian fraternity when he had been vying for the position.

She hadn't been scheming to take his place, she just knew how things should be done. Was it her fault that the others agreed, and now looked to her to lead? She thought not.

Rhys on the other hand, didn't bother playing nice. Something about the elf had always seemed off, though he had no proof. Perhaps it was his long, black hair- a color he had never seen on another elf.

Even as he thought it, Rhys knew that wasn't it. The only elves he had ever seen were those that were brought to the tower anyway. No, it was simply a genuine dislike for the man himself.

Adrian had treated Rhys as a Libertarian, and though that was the closest fraternity to his own feelings, he hadn't joined them. Garys couldn't seem to forgive that slight, and continuously looked down his nose at the both of them.

He gave a nod now, his smug look apparent. "You know something?" Rhys asked, seeming indifferent just to get under the man's skin.

It didn't work, as the elf knew what he had. In the circle of magi, information was better than gold. "Seems there was a chantry that was destroyed by a mage," he replied flippantly. "Perhaps something that only a Revolutionist would think of?"

He left with a smirk, seeing that both of them stared with their mouths open.

Adrian was the first to recover, and said, "No way…" almost in awe, which had Rhys coming to his senses.

"Don't sound happy about that, idiot," he warned under his breath. "There's templars all around us!"

"It's all making sense now," Adrian muttered, as they huddled together and walked quickly to the library. "The templars, the fear that seems to be buzzing around."

He gave her a look. "You don't think that's just from the extra templars?" he asked.

She shook her head. "If Garys knew, then so do plenty of others," she commented, pushing her way through the crowd. "In fact, he probably only told us because he knew we would find out soon anyway. Otherwise he would have lorded it over us."

Rhys looked down at her, smiling at the complete contradiction that she appeared to be. She was tiny, with a mop of curling red hair and freckles scattered all over. His first impression was that of a delicate lady… until she opened her mouth that is.

She was in actuality a firecracker- one that stormed from one location to another, that never seemed to be scared, nor caring of what others thought. Some thought she was too young, based on her appearance. Several others had tried to tell her that she wasn't very mage-like, which had her swearing until her face went purple.

Perhaps that was why they got along so well, Rhys thought with a smile. He was constantly described as not mage-like as well. Adrian called him "too handsome" and though he thought the new gray coming into his beard helped him look distinguished, he did not see whatever she was seeing.

He wasn't one that lurked in the shadows, nor was he the scholarly type as most mages were thought to be In fact, the main reason he studied at all- was to pass his harrowing, become an enchanter, and hopefully be able to go out into the world.

When they were younger they tried some sort of romance that had fizzled years before- due to his lack of ambition as she saw it- however, she was still one of the only people he enjoyed in the entire spire.

"You're probably right," he agreed with a smile at his trip down memory lane. "Come on, let's get to the library."

She began talking again, but this time he wasn't truly listening. He kept glancing at the templars as if by looking he could see through those ghastly helms to the men and women underneath. He suddenly desperately wanted to know just how many new faces were here with them.

Just as they were exiting the corridor, he saw another stranger, though this one seemed peculiar. A young man, oddly dressed, and he wasn't in a hurry like everyone else. In fact, he seemed to just observe all the chaos around him.

Rhys turned back to see where he was going, and wrote the occurrence off. After all, though they were few and far between, strangers weren't unheard of in the spire. He was most likely a new recruit.

That settled, Rhys tuned back into what Adrian was saying, nodding along as they walked.

"All right, let's hear it," Hawke said with a smile.

Aveline started, hoping to get a smile that actually reached his eyes this time. "You remember a few years back that magistrate that was trying to protect his murderous son?" she asked.

She could see a few nods, and finally got one from Hawke. "Well, his last victim, the girl we saved? Her name is Lia, and she just enlisted in the guard." She could see the look of surprise on a few faces, but continued.

"I know it isn't a new job or anything, but I wanted to share because she asked me to thank you all. She knows now that he was a monster preying on innocents, and she wants to be part of a group that would stop that from happening to others."

She gave a proud grin. "In fact, she told me that she plans to make sure no guards in Kirkwall see an elf as an acceptable loss again."

Aveline felt even better now, seeing the happy look on Hawke's face. She knew that he often felt as she did, that it wasn't about the money- it was about the people that they saved, and now he was given vindication of that.

"That's great," Isabela commented, and Aveline turned to her in suspicion. "What? Can't I be glad that a murderous scumbag is dead?" she asked.

"Yes…" Aveline replied, searching for the catch, but not finding it.

"Anyway," Isabela said, giving Charade a roll of her eyes. "We did as you asked Hawke, and delivered that coin to the worker's families." She gave a heavy sigh. "I don't want any more of those kinds of jobs," she declared. "All those people, thanking us?! Ugh."

"Sorry about that," Hawke said, his lips tweaking as he tried not to smile at her. "I've gotten word of some raiders that just came into port, however…"

"We'll take it!" Isabela cheered without listening to the particulars.

"I guess we'll look into that, see what they're up to," Charade added.

Varric made a note or two before looking back to Hawke.

"I know we have a few missing, so I'd better explain," he started, his smile fading quickly.

"Sebastian…" he paused, trying to find the right words. "Well, you all know that Sebastian lost some friends…"

"Yes, we know," Aveline spoke up. "The grand cleric was like family to him."

"Right," Hawke nodded. "And while he sees us the same way… well, he's decided that he needs to return to Starkhaven, and, uh… take his rightful place, as it were."

"He's taking the crown?" Varric asked. "Huh. I didn't really think he would."

"Yes, I always thought of Sebastian as part of the Chantry now," Fenris added. "I didn't see him wanting the politics of it all."

"True," Hawke agreed. "But he said he felt it was the right course, for his family." He gave a shrug. "I'm not certain if he'll enjoy it, but he seems to think that not wanting it actually means he may do a decent job of it."

"He may have a point," Aveline smiled.

"Merrill is spending more and more time with her clan, which I whole-heartedly encourage," he continued. "And Anders… well…."

"I think we could all tell that he wouldn't be able to stay long," Charade cut off the awkward silence. "Did he go back to the wardens?" she asked.

"No, he is close by, he just felt he should be out of the city, just in case," Hawke answered. "He's still feeling incredibly guilty, and says he needs time, but wants to be close in case we need him."

"So, we know where he is?" Varric asked.

"Out by the bone pit," Fenris grunted. "Said he needed to make sure we have some warning in case more dragons decide it looks homey."

Hawke could see the pained looks on several faces, and knowing how bad that area was, he didn't blame them. Though, no one made comments of bringing him back- so he could tell that they all still felt he deserved how he was feeling- at least a little bit.

"And based on what happened this morning, it's good that he is," Hawke added. The others turned to him in surprise, which he was expecting, as he hadn't shared this with any of them yet.

"A templar came to see me this morning," he continued, even as he stood up to pace. "A Knight Lieutenant Paxley. He let me know that there was now a new Knight Commander, a woman named Resa. He informed me that her first order was to arrest the apostates that are in the Champion's company, as they were never given permission to use magic."

"WHAT?!"

He let them vent their feelings on the matter, and after a few moments, they turned back to him. "And?" Isabela demanded. "What did you say?"

"I told him that I no longer had mages in my company, besides myself of course," he gave Aveline a shrug, and she waved it off, knowing he could do nothing else.

There was the law, and there was Justice, and sometimes they did not mean the same thing, she thought.

"He told me that if I did not hand them over, I could be looking at arrest myself, no matter what the nobles thought, that the templars would do their duty," Hawke finished.

"This is bad," Fenris shook his head. "They will be watching all of us, trying to get to the mages," he said.

"We can send others with letters, telling them to stay put," Varric said. "But that doesn't help us keep Hawke out of trouble."

"I'd tell you to just leave, but then who will they go after next?" Charade asked, looking worried. "We'd have to evacuate Aunt Leandra, and Father too?"

"I'm not leaving, so let's not go there just yet," Hawke replied, trying to calm her. He could see the concern on their faces, and knew that his time in Kirkwall was closing.

"Let's see what we can do here, first," Hawke continued. "Obviously Aveline and Varric will be staying here in the future, so we can't just plan to run away and leave the rest to them."

"I'd say its not a bad plan exactly," Varric spoke up. "Aveline and I can handle ourselves, especially if we don't know where you're going."

"He's right," Aveline agreed.

"Doesn't matter, because I'm not running away," Hawke said stubbornly. "This city has been through too much for us to just let it roll over and die." He looked around at each of them. "Even if they are claiming Anders' part in the explosion as a reason for arresting him, they have no such reason for Merrill," he could see that his words were getting to them.

"We can't just accept this," he told them. "Not just for the mages, but for all the citizens in this city. All those we saved," he looked around again, stopping on each of their faces. "Are we going to abandon them now?"

There was quiet, as they thought it over. Aveline had already said her piece, she knew it was no longer in her hands. Finally Isabela made a noise.

"Ugh, Hawke," she groaned. "I believe I've said many times about the consequences of being such a goody-goody?" she complained. "Now look where we are."

"That's true, you did warn me," he stated, wondering where she was going with this.

"Good, as long as that's clear." She held out a hand for Charade, pulling her to her feet. "We'll go see about those raiders, then see what gossip we can get on the templars," she declared. "Nobody get arrested, I'm not interested in a jail break from the Gallows."

The corner of his mouth twitched up, and Hawke called out "thank you!" as the women sailed out the door.

"Yeah, yeah," he could hear, and it made him smile even more.

"I'll get those messages sent to the mages," Fenris said as he stood. "We need them to stay put."

"Agreed, thanks," Hawke answered.

"And I'll see what my guardsmen know," Aveline said, standing as well. She glanced over to Varric. "You should keep Hawke home for now," she told him, ignoring Hawke's protests. "Stay here, make whatever plans you can."

"Got it," Varric gave a sassy salute that made Aveline roll her eyes, and she turned to head out.

"I'm not staying here," Hawke jumped up from his chair at the table.

"Hawke, normally, I'd agree with you, but we've got a lot to figure out," Varric replied, still making notations on his paper. "I've already had a few contingency plans in place for you, but things are happening more quickly than I anticipated."

"What?" Hawke gaped. "Contingency plans? For me? Why?"

Varric looked up then, giving Hawke an incredulous look. "Look, I like to be prepared, number one, and number two, both you and the little dove made comments all the time about how this wasn't going to last.

"And no matter what you've said about stuff she knows, or whatever, the truth is, we all knew it couldn't last forever. We all hoped you were going to settle down, become viscount or whatever…" he stopping seeing the look of disgust on Hawke's face.

"But while you can hope for the best, you gotta prepare for the worst. And that's what we did," he concluded.

"WE who?" Hawke asked, his look glowering.

"What does that matter?" Varric asked. "All of us," he lied smoothly, knowing Hawke would deny the help if it came from the little dove. Of course, Varric hadn't known at the time that he was being maneuvered, but he wasn't petty. He could forgive, since it was coming in handy.

Hawke gave a sigh, and rubbed his face, wishing he could go a single day without being reminded of her. "Fine, let me have it," he said, sitting back down.

"Well, first off, we've been holding back some coin from every job for awhile now," Varric began, hoping that Hawke was up for this.

"Commander, really, I don't see why this is the priority," Cullen spoke, wanting to trust; wanting to believe again, but finding it so difficult.

"Knight Captain, do you know why you've now denied this position twice over?" Commander Resa asked, looking up at the taller man in question.

"I-"

"It's because you are letting your emotions have sway over you," she interrupted, not having wanted an answer from him. She stepped away, walking slowly in a circle around him. "I know that there have been other circumstances, the circle in Ferelden, the awful acts of Meredith, and now of course, discovering the part our own commander had to play in destroying the Chantry!"

Cullen looked up, surprised that she would admit this to him. All his previous commanders acted as if their words were the law.

She nodded, seeing he understood. "But, mistakes that others have made cannot be what we dwell on, can they?" she asked, her voice sympathetic to his ears. "We can apologize for them, and we can be better, certainly," she continued, seeing him nodding along.

"But-" she paused, seeing him looking up with newfound respect, and she smiled. "What we simply cannot do, is let those that break the laws continue to do so, with impunity no less!"

"I…" he started, unsure of what to do. Follow your heart, he could practically hear Cat tell him again, but everything the Knight Commander was saying was completely rational.

"That is what a leader of Templars must do," Resa continued. "They must put aside their emotions, and look to what is right, what the law dictates." She stopped circling now, and stood in front of him.

"You have the trust of the men," she told him, nodding in respect for that. "And I have the ability to cast my emotions aside, and together, we can determine the correct course of action."

She knew she had him now, so she gave the final piece of her argument, knowing he could not refute it.

"If you had no dealings with the Champion, nor his friends, would you see their actions as lawful?" she asked innocently. Seeing his eyes go wide, she knew she had won.

He didn't dare look up, and continued to just look busy. As long as he looked busy, no one seemed to notice him. He was and elf, and a mage, which in this city meant he was nothing. In fact, if he hadn't been a healer, he would have been made tranquil long ago, he was certain.

He didn't like what he was hearing, and even after the templars left, he continued to clean the hallway, scrubbing at the stones around him, hoping that no one would realize that he had overheard them.

Though, they probably don't even care, for what could a lowly mage do? he wondered. Even the Grand Enchanter had been taken away and locked up, and what could any of us do?

That thought was what had him determined. Grand Enchanted Orsino had saved his life, and given him purpose here. It wasn't the life he imagined, but he was safe, he was cared for. He had to try to repay that.

He picked up his bucket, going to empty it out the window. He could only think of all the times Orisno had told them of Hawke, and all he did for mages. They had all silently cheered for the man becoming the champion of the city, and hoping that such things would have positive repercussions for them.

Even when it had made things worse, and they wanted to complain, Orsino would quietly explain why it was still a good thing to have Champion Hawke, how he was changing people's minds, and how what he did was affecting the templars- they could all see it, even if it ended with their suffering.

And now, he knew, if he could have taken what he heard to Orsino, he just knew the Grand Enchanter would want to help the Champion. So how could he, a lowly and pathetic mage do less?

He knew he wasn't strong or brave enough to try to escape to warn the Champion, but he knew several other mages that were. And Orsino had shown them long ago how to escape from the tower, just in case.

But… if they use that… we'll never have another chance… he worried to himself. I want to ask the Grand Enchanter… he thought in dismay.

Though, if everyone else leaves… so will the templars, to chase after them. And I could see the Grand Enchanter!

Suddenly happier, the little mage moved quickly to speak to his fellow mages, getting things in place so he could finally see his mentor once again.