"The Company Of Men"

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As he read the first few words, he was perplexed. The person claimed to be Dorian's father...he wanted to have him meet with someone, but why? Alexander didn't understand what he was trying to get at. Why would he rather let Dorian meet a random man than meet him in person? And why was the Inquisitor involved.

As he read on, he quickly found out.

He didn't want the mage to know of his father's connection to it. He wanted it to be a secret.

The elf inhaled sharply, staring at the letter for a few seconds, letting his mind process the matter. Dorian would be...more then pissed if he was taken. He would be enraged if he was told. There was no way to ease the mage into this situation. The Inquisitor was close with Dorian and didnt want to lie, but would he come to the tavern if he was told.

Alexander folded the letter and placed it into his pocket. He stood up and looked at his clothes on the ground. Pondering his options. Tell Dorian, make him enraged. Take Dorian and say nothing...and make him enraged. Alexander huffed and sat back down heavily on the bed. He felt uneasy. His head was spinning as he continued to think deeply and decide.

A few minutes passed and the elf gathered his courage, deciding that telling the Tevinter would be the best option. He pushed himself up and got dressed, before heading out to the main hall.

As he walked out, he spotted Dorian and Varric at the small fireplace near the entrance, the spot that Varric was normally by, playing games or telling stories to the weary soldiers. They seemed to be making small talk, still having that little tea party.

The Inquisitor took a deep breath and began to walk down the hall. There were a few soldiers that were on patrol and they politely saluted to the elf as he slid past them. Soon, he was noticed by the dwarf. He seemed to understand that he was walking towards them. "Mornin' sleepy head." He said in a mocking tone, chuckling softly. "It's actually night if you hadn't noticed,Varric," the Tevinter said, taking a sip of his tea after. He turned to face towards the Inquisitor and smiled. "What a lovely sight for sore eyes, it's the almighty Inquisitor."

Alexander snickered quietly at Dorian's remark, the tip of his sharp ears pink. "Hah...how long have you two been up?" He sat next to Dorian, trying to stay close to him so that he'd be able to break the news easier.

"Hmm, I'd say about two and a half hours, or three." Varric said, placing his tea down and stretching his arms. "We've been wasting time by telling jokes and stories, ya'know the usual Varric things." He said with a smug look, placing his arms behind his head and quirked a brow at the Inquisitor. "So, what brings you here, ser?"

"Ah, well...I came here to..." The Elf glanced at Dorian, who sipped his tea, his eyes closed, then to Varric. "Talk to...Dorian-" Varric giggled as Dorian's eyes shot open and looked at the Elf with a confused expression, yet he smirked at him. "Oh really now?" The Tevinter said smoothly as he placed the cup down slowly.

"Yes, it's extremely important-" Varric continued to giggle. Alexander look at him with furrowed brows and tilted his head. "What are you-" Before he was able to ask, Dorian stood up and stretched, "We can speak in your quarters if you'd like." His voice was deep, he stroked his chin as he stared down at the Elf with a playful smirk. Alexander looked back, trying to hold back the red that ran to his cheeks. "Uh...of course-I mean, if you'd prefer to-but we dont have to- we can-" he stammered on his words as he pushed himself up. By the maker, he was losing himself.

"Have fun you two," said Varric in a joking tone as he watched them walk back down the hall.