Mystia: The Templar Inquisitor of the Inquisition

Eight

Cullen stood in his office waiting for Mystia to come see him. He had some news that she was very likely to enjoy as much as he would enjoy saying it, and the moment she entered he couldn't help the smirk that instantly plastered itself on his face, he didn't even give her half the chance to speak as he told her the news. "We have him, Inquisitor! We've found Samson's lair." He saw it then and knew he was correct in the assumption that she would enjoy it. "My duties usual keep me here, but for Samson? I'll make an exception."

"He still has that Red Lyrium armor," Mystia spoke up with a fearful spike hitting her voice as Cullen nodded in response.

"All the more reason for me to go." He said in a low tone, it was the tone of voice he often used when they were alone. "I would...sleep better, if I knew I would be at your side." He seemed to pacify her for the moment, but he could see that she was worried, then in his normal tone of voice, he spoke again. "We'll depart at your leave," he said as she nodded. She had to gather her companions, but first, she had to put on her armor as she was walking around in her "civilian" clothing, which wasn't unusual as it helped for the members of the Inquisition to see that she was a person just like them and it somehow made the Inquisition more united to see her dressed like a normal person. He watched as she left his office and went to grab his shield, his sword was almost always at his side and today was no exception. It was almost a comforting thing to do and he had noted that Mystia herself was always armed as well, if it wasn't her sword at her side then it was the knife he knew she kept in her boot or even the small dagger Leliana had given to Mystia for her birthday. At first Cullen had thought that he was the only one who had to have some kind of weapon on his person, but when Mystia had been caught off guard without sword or shield one day, he hadn't seen her draw her knife in less than a flicker and the creature that had caught them both off guard had been dead before the body realized it. She had always been one hell of a thrower, but she had managed to nail the rabid wolf right between the eyes without so much as glancing at the thing. They had been at the lake when the wolf had attacked and when Cullen had looked to her she had flashed him a smile and had simply told him "knife in my boot" and had gone over to take back the object that was wiped clean before she stuck it back into it's hidden sheath. He knew then that she was always armed in some form or another and as he walked out to meet with those who were going with her, he noted that Mystia was shivering slightly. It raised some red flags in his mind and he decided to discreetly keep an eye on her, but none of the others seemed to notice her sudden rounds of shivers and he wondered what was going on with her. When they arrived at where Samson's lair was, Mystia's shivering seemed to get slightly worse but still, the others did not notice. "This is it. The heart of Samson's command." Cullen said looking around.

"I don't see him anywhere, or hear him," Mystia said as Cullen figured out why she was shivering so badly, it was the fact that she was containing her pent-up energy.

"Nor I. Maker, tell me he hasn't fled..." Cullen growled low, realizing that her energy was now affecting him as well. His mind slipped back to the book he had read on wolves and realized that the energy of the alpha would affect those around him or her. Mystia was the unchallenged Alpha female, and the rest of those present were her pack. Cullen wondered where he sat on the totem pole and figured that it was pretty high up. Then he noted the others seemed just as twitchy and knew that he was right. As they made their way towards the entrance to the main area, Mystia huffed out a small growl.

"Maker... I can sense the Red Lyrium all around." She commented as Cassandra spoke.

"It's calling to you isn't it?"

"I won't lie about that," Mystia told her as Cullen listened in. "Its song is just as sweet, if not sweeter then normal lyrium and if I didn't know the price needed to be paid for it or even what it does to people I would have probably given in long ago." Cullen shivered inwardly to what she outright admitted to. "It is really is no wonder to me why the Red Templars gave in so willingly." Now Mystia was shivering for a different reason, and Cullen wanted to take her away before she lost her resolve.