The Inquisition returned to Skyhold and some sense of routine, to their corners, to their lives.
Fen'Asha found herself caught between Josephine and a Chantry sister. The Chantry wanted Leliana and Cassandra to attend to the business of selecting a new Divine, especially with the two of them considered candidates for the honour. Josephine was arguing that they could not spare such critical members of the Inquisition. Fen'Asha agreed.
Fen'Asha also attended to business with Vivienne, where she began her training as Knight Enchanter.
And she encountered Morrigan in the gardens, but not before facing a small boy who stared at her curiously in the lush green.
"Mother never told me the Inquisitor was an elf," he said.
"I bet the ears gave me away," she replied.
"No," said the boy. "It's your blood. It's very old."
Fen'Asha raised her eyebrows and was about to answer when she saw Morrigan approaching.
"Kieran," said the witch. "Are you bothering the Inquisitor?"
He shook his head. "Did you see what she has on her hand, mother?"
"I did," she nodded. "I think it's time to return to your studies, little man."
He frowned but obediently walked off, his mother grinning slightly.
"He seems like a fine young man," Fen'Asha said.
"Yet he's never where you expect him to be, naturally," sighed Morrigan.
Fen'Asha shrugged.
Morrigan looked around the garden, nodding. "To think," she said. "Until recently, this place stood decrepit and occupied by the desperate and the lost. And now, it stands a party to events that threaten the very world. I wonder if it is pleased."
"You're familiar with Skyhold?" asked Fen'Asha.
Morrigan stepped forward, peering up at the towers. "This fortress was built on the remains of a site holy to ancient elves," she said. "They called it Tarasyl'an, the place where the sky is kept."
Fen'Asha followed Morrigan's gaze to the towers.
"Soon, they abandoned it," continued Morrigan. "And the humans who came after did so as well. Bones lay upon bones until you came. Some say the magic has seeped into the very stones. Most agree that those who let it fall to ruin did not know what they possessed. You, I believe, shall do it justice."
"I feel its magic," said Fen'Asha.
Morrigan nodded. "You were kind to welcome my aid," she said. "I shall do my best."
"Any help you can offer us will be greatly appreciated, Lady Morrigan," said Fen'Asha.
The next task was to meet with the arcanist. She was in the basement of Skyhold, in the Undercroft with the blacksmith Harritt and his equipment.
He pointed to the way toward Dagna with a sigh and Fen'Asha followed his motions, locating the small dwarf with gleaming eyes.
"Inquisitor," said Dagna. "Wonderful to see you." She was beaming.
"Hello Dagna," said Fen'Asha.
The dwarf tittered. "You were there. Actually there."
Fen'Asha raised an eyebrow.
Dagna shuffled back and forth. "You were in the Fade. Actually in the Fade."
"It wasn't intentional," said Fen'Asha.

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