Inquisition Agents

Chapter 13: Saint Valentoine pt.1

- And remember: you are the Heroes of Thedas!

The following day after arriving from comte Neruda's manor, the agents met up with Leliana. She explained them the reason why the Inquisition needed the agents back to Haven as soon as possible. Gerald, the minstrel that joined the group barely a week ago, was needed for a solo mission. The Nightingale mentioned something about Gerald's bard skills, but none of the agents knew the meaning of that. It was a hard farewell, even for Oerik. In the end, travelling together made all of them feel like belonging to a little family. After the Orlesian left to the Ambassador's chamber, Leliana grabbed some papers from her desk. As more people were arriving to Haven, she had assigned everyone a tend, except Dazkar, who had a room at one of the cabins.

- You'll be leaving to a new mission soon. It'll be a hard one, so I designated you two new agents. The first one is a Rivani pirate called Brisa. We don't have much intel about her, but she's been working for the Inquisition with a group of mercenaries for weeks now. This group, the Red Lions, are meant to start a stealth mission. Therefore, some of its members are going to be split up. She's a young red-haired woman, you'll probably find her at the tavern. The second one is Levi Cypranus, a former Tevinter slave that ran away from the Imperium. His magical skills could be useful for your group. I think there's none else with moustache at the mage quarters, so you'll spot him easily. - she stated.

As the Nightingale talked, the agents mood began to be tainted by uneassiness. Oerik realized Fenrraor wasn't pleased about having a Tevinter with them, for obvious reasons. On the other hand, Dazkar was combing a lock of her hair with her fingers and looking away. The dwarf knew the mage did that every time she was nervous.

- I bet you'd already investigated him, Leliana. - Oerik said, hoping the sisters' words could calm his comrades.

- Of course, master dwarf. He's clean, and a valuable asset now we know more about Tevinter's intentions in Ferelden and Orlais. - the agents were surprised and intrigued about Leliana' statement. - I'll give you more details tomorrow morning, once you gather your new members. Today, the Herald of Andraste has prepared a special... Activity. I'm clearly against this ridiculous festivity, but it seems is being popular in Orlais. Lady Trevelyan thinks it's a good idea to rise everyone's morale.

- Which festivity are you talking about? - Fenrraor asked.

- Saint Valentoine. It's supposed to be some sort of celebration for lovers. Maker's breath, we're at war, there's no time for such silliness. - Leliana shook her head in disapproval. - Anyway, there's a special dinner today, and I have to make sure everyone is invited. Now, if you excuse me, I still have a lot of work today. Farewell.

As the agents left the Nightingale's tent, Keaton made sure he was not being listened before adding.

- That totally sounded like something lady Trevelyan would do.

Suddenly, a strong voice called their attention.

- Is that you, Big Boy?

- And talking of the devil... - Keaton smiled widely, recognizing the woman.

A short strong human came running from the chantry's entrance, leaving Commander Cullen in mid-sentence. She had short dark hair, all messed up, which highly contrasted with her pale freckled skin. When the woman got closer, the agents could see she had a scar crossing her left brow - a cut that could almost take her light blue eye out.

- I'm so damn glad to see you, man! - she punched Keaton's arm as a sign of camaraderie, although she didn't seem to repress her strength. The warrior laughed.