10- Greagoir Listens and Ravens Spy

Mari left Duncan at the table with Andwn and Ardoc and followed Greagoir outside.

The innkeeper … Schmidt … stepped out with them. He was carrying a bucket. He nodded to Greagoir and Mari. "The girls are all busy, so I get to milk our cows, Aedana and Elissa." He smiled and walked ahead to the stable/barn.

It was very brisk outside and Mari was very glad she'd gotten her cloak first. A pair of ravens flew overhead and squawked. "There are a lot of ravens in Ferelden!" she said.

Greagoir laughed. "The story goes that as long as ravens fly the skies of Ferelden, we shall be prosperous and at peace."

"Really? There's a story in one of the countries on Earth, that if the ravens are killed or fly away from a bastion called the Tower of London, the Crown will fall and the country with it. It was one of the few monarchies left on Earth." She quietly added, "I guess not only that country, but the entire world fell, then."

"Not quite the request as I would have made it, but you bring up the very subject I wish to discuss." Greagoir stopped near the lake but next to the stables to shield them from most of the wind. "Please tell me about this Earth … where you come from … as, I have no doubt, Duncan informed you I would ask."

They heard the milk bucket drop and Schmidt proclaim a few expletives. Greagoir and Mari just smiled before she continued, "Duncan did mention it." She took a moment to gather her thoughts. "The day I was forced to leave had been a good day. I had just gotten home with plans to start to unpack and get my new condo sorted out … that's like an apartment you purchase and own. I hadn't even gotten to sit down when I found out …" Mari spent the good part of a half hour telling Greagoir everything up to that moment, including a short explanation of technology and the bomb. She pulled out her necklace. "Before he died, my father gave me this necklace. He told me it was my inheritance and that it would protect me. I suppose it has so far. Of course, now, I wish I'd listened to his stories and asked more questions about my ancestors, but it's too late. Anyway, here I am now. Speaking with the Circle's Knight-Commander and he has not asked me one single question!"

Greagoir frowned and put his hand on her shoulder. "Are you all right?"

His sincere concern brought a tear to her eye. She reached over and patted his hand. "Sometimes yes. Sometimes sort of. Sometimes no. To be truthful, I don't want to forget about my home even though it might make it easier for me. After I learned about the utter destructive capability of the Blights here, I had a thought that maybe someone from Thedas went to my world and put that Eluvian at the bottom of the park's lake … as a failsafe protection … someplace to escape to if Thedas was on the brink of destruction. You have the magical capability to do such a thing. Earth does not. Our worlds are not exactly the same, but the air and climates and flora and fauna are very close to the same."

She shrugged. "No way to research that now. The Eluvian at the bottom of the lake on Earth must have been destroyed and the exit in the Deep Roads disappeared once I went through it. Oh! One other thing. I had a very brief recollection — might have been a dream — that first night where an unfamiliar bald elf leaned over me and said, 'Not what I expected.' For now, I'm just going to assume that it was a trauma dream after realizing I was now in a world that had elves. It hasn't happened again."

"Extraordinary," he said quietly. "Let us know if that dream reoccurs. Tevinter has dreamwalking magic. If someone from Tevinter placed that artifact, you may have triggered an alarm going through it. For now, though, since it hasn't repeated, I wouldn't worry about it too much."

After a moment, he told her about the Circle briefly and asked her to report to Duncan and see if she could go to the tower. "Irving thinks the children might enjoy your story from last night."

They returned to the inn in time to meet up with the Wardens leaving. They were going to perform Bryant's Joining at the tower in a short time and so poor Kester had to make a couple of trips in Lizzy.

… Meanwhile, neither Mari nor Greagoir saw the concerned look on Schmidt's face as he left the barn with his full bucket of milk. "So, that's why she asked about orange juice. She must have been Anach's descendent. I wonder how this is going to play out from here," he whispered as he fingered the amulet under his shirt. The one with the azure stone.

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Two ravens also went to the Circle Tower. They discovered that the high windows in all the rooms provided air circulation as well as a good perch for ravens to watch and listen to what went on in the rooms. One of the ravens led the way.

They heard Mari begin her tale in the library to a group of young apprentice mages. Both Greagoir and Irving were there, so the ravens then flew around the tower, stopping in the windows on the way. Fortune was with them. A Tranquil told a Templar guard outside one of the rooms that he had the extra parchment for the First Enchanter. The Tranquil put the parchment on a large, cluttered desk and left. Soon, the Templar outside was called away.

Both ravens flew down and quietly reformed into Solas and Flemeth. Flemeth quickly looked around the room, but Solas spotted an old chest first. It was locked, of course. Flemeth looked on in surprise as Solas deftly picked the lock, not wanting to leave too much residual indication that magic had been used. Inside, under several other tomes was the book Flemeth was looking for. She quickly put it into her pack as Solas relocked the chest. Then, they both shapeshifted into ravens, flying up to the window just as the Templar was heard returning.

Once she had her prize, Flemeth circled down to an old, abandoned barn and the ravens again reformed into Solas and Flemeth. "Was that the book the Templars stole all those years ago?" Solas asked.

"Yes!" Again, Morrigan would deny Flemeth ever hugged anyone once, much less twice. "It has the ritual in it for Morrigan to become Flemeth, or, rather invite Mythal's spirit, at some point. She was curious about it and I told her. At least, now she might be more comfortable with her decision."

"So, she realizes that it cannot be forced. That's good," Solas sat on the ground and took out a ration bar to nibble on. "Mari did trip an alarm and I did tell her that she wasn't what I expected. I thought she had fainted when the Crossroads Eluvian she came through disintegrated. But, I still can't get over Mari's story about this world called Earth." He took out his own necklace. "And, to think she was a descendent of those people. They called the world Anacost." He looked up at Flemeth, who sat next to him and joined him in the snack. "She may be right about someone putting the Eluvian on Earth, but not because of the Blight. There were ancients who preceded the Evanuris."

Flemeth chuckled. "It may have been a human, Fen'Harel. The elves and dwarves claim they were here before the humans came … but, the humans came from somewhere. Who knows how long the humans have been around across the seas."

"I never believed the Originator theories the others argued. They feared the return of the Originators and ultimate destruction of the world." Solas just shook his head. "What if they went to Earth?"

"I hope they did, then. Nothing to worry about here," Flemeth said offhandedly.

Solas turned his intense amber stare on Flemeth. "What if one just came back?"

Flemeth stood. "It didn't sound like she listened to her father's stories, so I doubt he passed on any instructions to end our world. I think we need to get you settled and let you clear your mind. Let's get to Drake's Fall and take that Eluvian to the Crossroads, then the one from the Crossroads to the Brecilian Forest. Maybe we can get to the hut by sunset tomorrow. The sooner we get to your secret room in the Crossroads, the sooner we can get to the hut."

Solas sighed. "You're right. I have other priorities for now." He turned and looked back in the direction of the Circle Tower. Then, they turned into hawks and swiftly flew north.

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Nathaniel threw down his cards in disgust. "That's all I've got tonight, dwarf. I swear you cheat."

A buxom dark-haired woman walked over to Nathaniel and sat down on a bench emptied by a laughing pair of dockworkers who had to go to work. "Sorry, sweet thing, but he beat you fair and square … this time."

"Yeah? Well, I'd say you were in it together, but you were standing all the way over by the bar," Nathaniel groused.

"Hey, hey, now, don't take it out on the ladies," Varric said. "Come on, Errand Boy, let's go to my room and Rivaini and I can give you a few pointers."

Varric's only similarity with dwarves was that he was short. He had no beard, but he did have a hairy chest, which he loved to show off. However, the main thing that set Varric apart was the huge crossbow he took with him everywhere. He named the crossbow Bianca. There was a story there, but Varric told Nathaniel it was private. Rivaini — Varric's nickname for Captain Isabela of The Siren's Call — didn't even know the tale.

Nate caught Varric's slight nod toward Corff as they left the table and went up to Varric's apartment. Once inside, Varric put his finger to his lips and whispered, "There's someone down there following you, Nate."

So, their conversation about Nate's losses continued on as it had in the tavern until there was a quick three knocks at the door. When Varric opened it, the bartender Corff was talking to someone. "This is a private party up here. Just go downstairs, serah, and someone will take yer order. I'll be down in a bit." He walked in and put a tray of toasted bread and cheese, pitcher of ale and 3 mugs on the table. "The lout was tryin' ta listen at yer door. Norah and I'll keep him downstairs for ya."

"Thanks, Corff," Varric said as he pulled a shiny round rune. "I'll put this on the door. He won't hear anything else." Then, he tossed Corff a couple of Royals.

"Aye, ye've used it before." He held up the coins. "Thanks! See ya later," Corff said as he closed the door and went downstairs.

After Varric put the rune on the door, Isabela went to Varric's sleeping cove and brought out a small pack. Varric had taken Bryce's list of informants from the rebellion and sent out a request for information about them. Isabela was their message runner until a bird network could be set up.

"Okay, let's see what we got," Varric said and started to pass out the various messages and letters that Isabela had gathered. "Or, we could just ask Isabela what she's already read."

She winked at him. "I'm afraid that lord guy in Highever was right. Most of the notes just say the person you asked about is dead. The people who answered were a ragged lot, but one or two seemed a good fit, in my opinion." She shuffled the letters and handed one to Varric. "I think you know this guy, Gymon Pruesse. He's the bartender at the Ostwick dock tavern, Drunken Fish and Smelly Pirates. I can always find my guys there if I need 'em. Anyway, Gymon hates Orlais and most of the fancy pants nobles up here in the Free Marches. Said he'd heard of Rendon Howe. Said he'd heard of Reinhardt. Before we left port, I talked to him. He's for real."

Varric laughed. "He wrote in his note, 'Howe and Reinhardt are two of the stupidest connivers in Thedas, but they think they got the drop on everyone else. My Da was a Pack Runner and knew Maric personally. If there's anything you need from me, I'm happy to take up the cause once again.' Yeah, I know Gymon. He'll be a great source from Ostwick and Antiva."

"Hanna Marsey is the madam at The Best Brothel in Antiva City. Yeah, that's it's name. It's called The Best Brothel. Anyway, I went ahead and talked to her, too. She says that she knows Rendon Howe. Said he used to slip away from his family from time to time to come up and spend time with her." Isabela sighed. "Rendon was an Orlesian sympathizer from way back. Even during the rebellion. She said Rendon's dad made Rendon fight for Maric. His dad wanted Rendon to die in battle … or be elevated to Teyrn of Highever if Maric somehow won. Sounds like Papa was disappointed all around."

"So, that's where he would go for months at a time," Nate whispered. "He always told Mother that he had contracts to negotiate."

"Anyone in Val Royeaux or Cumberland?" Varric asked.

"No one replied, that I know of," Isabela said. "Know anyone, Nate?"

He just shook his head and stood to pace a minute. "Sorry, I don't. Let me get back with Maric about what we have so far and see if he has anyone to recommend. This is going to be harder than I thought."

"Even harder, Errand Boy," Varric said as he poured out the mugs of ale. "We've gotta keep on our toes to make sure what we get is good info. Sounds like Gymon and Hanna are solid, but anyone from Val Royeaux had better be checked out real hard."

Isabela laughed. "You'd be surprised how many peasants in Orlais hate Orlais, hate the Chantry and especially hate prissy Celene and her cousin Gaspard. I don't mean elves either. Some elfess named Briala is sleeping with Celene and spying for her. Macson, my honey guy on the docks, is trying to find out why." She stopped when Nathaniel and Varric snickered. "He's a honey distributor, as in what you spread on your bread so curb your filthy minds. Anyway, he's not that well connected otherwise, or I'd suggest him. We need someone who moves around in different circles." She turned to Nate. "I need to make a run to Denerim. Write me up a letter to my contact in the Palace and Sanga'll get it to Maric. She owes me. She can get it done."

Varric went to his desk and pulled out parchment, ink and quills. "Write it now and Isabela can take it with her. Don't want to have to meet too often. In fact, I think I'll go with her. I've never been in Denerim. Say, how did you get away from your manacles tonight?"

"I went to bed," Nate said with a grin as he started to write. "I've done it a lot. I know one day I'll get caught, but it's worked so far. I think." He glanced at the door. "Maybe not anymore. Anyway, Branon's an idiot who thinks I'll give Father a good report about him." He frowned. "I have no idea who sent someone to follow me tonight. Probably Reinhardt. Branon's given me absolutely no reason that it was him … and he's a pretty bad liar. Again … I think. Or, he's a great liar and I'm the idiot." Nate sighed. "It's probably that last one with my luck."

Varric tapped the table top. "How about letting Branon hear some 'rumors' about your father … like he's about to let all his knights go … send 'em to the Chantry or something to get in good with the Grand Cleric for some reason." Varric shrugged. "It's not anything about you and it's believable."

Nate chuckled. "More than you know. Father's already done that once with a knight he didn't trust to do his dirty work. Go ahead. Do it."

Nate wrote a very brief note. "Your Majesty, Unable to find a source for hunin blue cheese in Val Royeaux or Cumberland. Ostwick and Antiva City are making arrangements with their sources. Please advise how to proceed.~Lord Nathaniel Howe, Squire to Lord Reinhardt" He folded it and stamped it with his ring. As he handed it to Isabela, he smirked, "Don't break that seal. Loghain can sniff a broken seal a mile away."

Varric took the rune off the door and they got to the business of teaching Nathaniel ways to cheat … um, win through unremarkable ways.

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Fergus missed all the falderal surrounding Alistair's eighteenth nameday. He'd been away from Highever visiting some of his father's contacts in Val Royeaux. He knew about the bombshell that had been dropped during Satinalia three years ago, but it never came up directly with Alistair. Fergus always hated bringing up personal matters that really were none of his business, and, besides, Alistair was more Elle's friend than his.

Shortly after his return from Val Royeaux and after getting updated on the darkspawn situation in Ferelden, Fergus had been meeting with Captain Langstar about training for fighting darkspawn. He also got a report about Alistair's guardsman performance. A very positive report, so Fergus went to Alistair's house to thank him for his loyalty and duty to Highever.

Elle was already there with Midnight and somehow the conversation came around to Alistair's story. He asked Alistair to recount it for him. It flabbergasted Fergus. Alistair's choice to remain in Highever also impressed the heir to the teyrnir.

"See? I told you it was an incredible story. I could never do it complete justice, Alistair," Elle said. She looked at Alistair. "I know you're getting tired of telling it, Alistair. Honestly, I'm getting sort of tired of hearing it."

Fergus shook his head. "And, I lost a sovereign because of it when we got back from Antiva that Satinalia. I didn't think you were Maric's son, Alistair. For the record. Even three years later, I'm finding it hard to believe."

"At dinner, he was still going on about how impossible it would be to hide such a thing for so long … right under his nose." Elle laughed. "Obviously, poor Fergus has lost his eyesight. How sad."

Alistair only laughed, "And, it cost you a sovereign?" He turned squinty eyes to Elle. "You know, I should get a cut of all these winnings."

As Alistair finished putting his sheath on his belt, he turned to Gilsen sitting by the fireplace reading a book about some new smithing techniques. "Thanks for sharpening my blade, Father."

Before Alistair could say more, one of his fellow guardsmen knocked on the door and shouted through it, "Alistair! There's a brawl on the docks. Simeon is threatening to kill the harbormaster. Master Putnan asked for you to come right away since you're on the good side of Simeon."

Alistair grabbed his cloak and shield. "Duty calls. With your permission, Lord Fergus."

"Of course, Guardsman Laren," Fergus said.

"Be careful, Alistair," Gilsen said. "Simeon knows how to use that two-hander."

"I will do that," he replied. Alistair stopped to kiss his mother on the cheek before he left.

Fergus and Elle excused themselves as well and headed back to the castle. Their father met them at the gate and pulled them into the audience chamber to give them information he had just received and send them to Denerim. Fergus decided to involve a Highever Guardsman. He went to speak with Alistair.

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Alistair hustled out the door and down to the docks. Harbormaster Putnan was prone on one of the docks, trying to talk sense into the angry mercenary that everyone assumed was drunk. Simeon was well known in Highever and was hired by the Couslands from time to time when he was in town.

"I said that I want a ship to take me to Kirkwall right away! Do you understand, Harbormaster?" The man's rather large sword was being held to the throat of the prone Putnan.

"Look at the harbor, sir. It's still rough on the Waking Sea from the season's stormy weather. Most ships can't handle that without slamming into the docks." Putnan was trying to remain calm.

Alistair walked up. Simeon's back was to the crowd. Alistair put down his sword and shield. Slowly, he walked around so Simeon could see him. He held his empty hands out to the side to show he was unarmed. "Simeon, tell me what wrong this man has done you."

"He refuses to find passage for me, Guardsman! That's his job, isn't it?" Simeon didn't take his eyes off Putnan as he answered.

"You're right, Simeon. Let him up so he can look through his manifests." Putnan started to make a squawk, but only nodded when Alistair gave him a glance. After a long moment, Simeon lifted his sword. Putnan scurried to stand. "He has to go to his office on the other pier. Hold your sword on me until he returns, all right?"

"I ain't got a problem with you, Alistair." That's when Alistair noticed Simeon's eyes were red and swollen. He got the sense that the big man was more upset than drunk.

Alistair grinned and winked. "It's okay. If Harbormaster Putnan doesn't come back, you can try to run me through. In the meantime, let's attempt to work this out, okay? I get the feeling there's something on your mind. It might help to share it."

Simeon nodded to allow Putnan to leave and then sheathed his sword. Alistair held up his hand to other guardsmen who looked to be edging closer to the big merc. When Simeon just sat down on the dock and dropped his head in his hands, Alistair sat in front of him. "It's my daughter, Alistair. She's been sick for a long time and now my wife is getting ill. I need to get home to them, but I can't."

Alistair looked to the crowd growing behind Simeon. "Can I assume that you're not going to threaten Putnan anymore?"

"Yeah."

"All right. It won't be as fast as a ship, but there's an overland caravan leaving for Cumberland day after tomorrow." Simeon looked up with just a glimmer of hope. "They'll get you to the Free Marches. It'll take a lot longer. But, at least, you'll be on the road."

"My father is putting the caravan together, Sim. I can ask him if he could use another guard." Guardsman Eston, one of Alistair's friends in the guard, had walked up. "It'll be a hard trek with stops along the way, but it'll get you there."

"Depends if Putnan will want me locked up or not, I guess." Simeon wasn't a man to get hopeful too soon. "I really need to get there faster if I can."

"I think I can overlook it this time." Putnan walked up with his manifest in his hand. "I just got handed a message about a cargo ship heading out of Amaranthine in two weeks. Big one. Steady tack. The Amaranthine Ocean is calmer. It's headed directly for Kirkwall."

Alistair noticed Fergus standing in the crowd and excused himself, leaving Eston to watch over the situation.

"Nice work," Fergus said as he handed Alistair the sword and shield he had put on the dock to confront the distraught merc. Fergus smiled. "As I said earlier, I'm proud to have you in our guard, Alistair."

"Thank you, my lord," Alistair said with a bow. "It's a job I take pride in."

"Follow me, please, if you're done," Fergus said.

Alistair looked at Simeon getting the information down about the ship in Amaranthine. He sheathed his sword and slipped his shield on his back, asking Simeon, "Are we all good here now?"

"Yeah, thanks, Guardsman Laren," Simeon said. "You're a good sort."

Alistair smiled. "Well, you caught me on a good day," he said with a wink. "Eston, I need to accompany Lord Fergus for a bit. You good to cover for me?"

"Aye, Alistair," Eston said.

Fergus took Alistair up to the castle and into Bryce's office where Bryce, Elle and Midnight were waiting. "So, finished being the hero for the night?" Elle asked as Midnight barked his usual greeting.

"Hardly, Lady Elethea, the duties of a hero never end, alas," Alistair said. He grinned at Bryce and Fergus chuckling.

Bryce motioned for the group to sit at his small table. "We are hearing more bad news about Arl Howe." After everyone sat down … and Alistair double checked the door to make sure that no one was around other than the guard across the hall … Bryce added, "We just received a message from Elle's informant in the kitchen at the Vigil. He managed to save part of a message to Howe from the fire." Bryce carefully opened the note. "The beginning is burned. Then, it says … 'must be careful, Howe. Our contact in Tevinter still wants Maric and he wants him alive and undamaged …' a bit more is burned 'Do not, I repeat, do not move against the Couslands yet. N is an exemplary errand boy. I may just keep him.'" Bryce sat back and sighed. "It's signed, Reinhardt."

"We have to warn the King!" Elle said and Midnight barked his agreement … beating Alistair by a split-second. Then, she quietly said, "I fear Nathaniel is in greater danger with every day that passes.

Fergus answered. "I'm already scheduled to meet with Princess Anora. She wants to develop a university in Denerim. She's put together a council of advisors to begin the plans for building space, security, personnel, scholars and the like." He turned to Alistair and Elle. "I'd like both of you to go with me." At Midnight's bark, Fergus added, "You, too, Midnight. Anora doesn't know you're all going to be along yet. I'll send a bird when we're done here."

Elle tapped Alistair's shoulder. "Be ready to do her bidding, Alistair."

"Her Highness is very intelligent and forward-thinking. Actually, we already talked about this the last time I was in Denerim," Alistair said. "I will do as you ask, of course, Lord Fergus."

"But?" Fergus asked with a grin.

Alistair sighed "I'd already declined the offer to serve on her council. I hope she doesn't read into this that I'm changing my mind," he replied. "This council will take a lot of time. Captain Langstar is already down a man with an ongoing illness and another was seriously injured during a bandit raid on a nearby farm last week."

"And, Mari might be swinging by in the next couple of weeks?" Elle teased.

Alistair cooly said, "The guard just received a notification via messenger from the Circle that the Wardens are going to head south from the Tower and will be unable to stop by Highever. Unfortunately, Ser Bryant is now Warden Bryant due to a darkspawn attack. He had been escorting an apostate to the Tower when they were attacked by darkspawn. The Wardens joined the fight before there were any deaths, but it was too late to save him from the taint. He's requested time to get his affairs in order and, of course, Mari hasn't seen Lothering, yet."

"We just had a visit from a farm-holder in Lothering. He made a reasonable request for the family of that apostate to move up here," Bryce explained. "He's afraid Coerlic might do something stupid. I agreed for the Hawke family to provisionally take over the old Brakness farm. It's the small farm next to the Marsiniks and it's been empty for a while."

Elle shrugged. "Might do something stupid? It may never come to pass, but Coerlic is pretty predictable."

Midnight walked over to Alistair's chair and leaned against his leg. Alistair skritched behind Midnight's ear and said, "Thanks, buddy."

"To get back to the Wardens, we're hearing about more and more darkspawn attacks, Father," Elle said.

"We are, Pup. We need to be certain to report any that we hear about to the Wardens," Bryce said. "It may actually be helpful to have some Wardens stationed up here at Soldier's Peak." Bryce sighed. "Ser Bryant was one of the better Templars, in my view. However, he will be a very good asset for the Wardens, I'm sure." He cleared his throat. "There is one other bit of news. The boy we put into the kitchens in Redcliffe was quick to uncover Eamon's spy here. It would seem that Ser Danas is not all that friendly to Highever, after all."

"Well, that's disappointing," Alistair mumbled. "For now, I'm hoping he's being coerced for some reason. He's just too supportive to be a willing spy for Arl Eamon."

"But, knowing he's Eamon's spy could be handy in future as Mother suggested. Especially, if he turns out to be an unwilling spy for Eamon. And, more especially, if we get wind of young Connor showing magical talent and they do not alert the Chantry," Elle said.

"We must maintain our civility, Elethea," Bryce said. "However, as Mari put it to the Wardens, it doesn't hurt to be prepared." Then, he chuckled. "She was only here a few days, but Eleanor already misses Mari. I think I do, too."

Elle squeezed Alistair's shoulder. "Not a day goes by without Alistair mentioning her."

"I'm sorry I missed meeting this woman," Fergus said with a grin. "Someone who could catch the uncatchable Alistair Laren."

"She would have to throw out a line to catch me, Lord Fergus," Alistair said with the faintest hint of embarrassment.

"Disappointed?" Elle said. "Maybe she's waiting for you to jump in the boat, eh?" Midnight barked his agreement.

Alistair cleared his throat and stood. "If I may be excused, Your Lordship, Lord Fergus and Lady Elethea and Midnight, I need to make arrangements with the Captain and continue on with my patrol."

They just smiled and nodded, but Elle said, "It's okay, you know. She's a good woman. I'm sure of it."

Alistair just rolled his eyes, bowed and left the room. Fortunately, the Couslands started talking about what would be needed for the journey to Denerim as Midnight went for a drink at the gigantic water bowl in the corner of the room.

It was a short trip back to the docks where Alistair began his lonely patrol of the city, with a brief stop at the guard headquarters to report his need for leave. As he stopped to look up at the ramparts, he sighed. She is a good woman, Alistair thought to himself.

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AN: Thank you for reading! Next time … Mari shares her thoughts about the Chantry to a surprised, but sympathetic Wynne, Greagoir … and Dorothea.