Mystia: The Templar Inquisitor of the Inquisition

Ten

Mystia looked around with surprise, "Maker's breath...look at all this lyrium." She said in disbelief. "I thought the siren's song of the Red Lyrium was bad, but this..."

"Are you one of those Templars?" an Orzammar dwarf by the name of Valta asked as Mystia nodded.

"I was a Templar, but due to this thing on my hand, I have to continue taking Lyrium so I guess in a way I can continue to be considered a Templar on top of the fact that I spent my life in the Order," Mystia informed her. "I know many would describe pure lyrium as having a hum, but to me, it's like a gentle song, while the Red Lyrium has a siren song that promises great power with a terrible cost."

"What do you hear with this lyrium?" Valta asked as Mystia listened.

"It's...I don't know... I've never handled raw lyrium, only lyrium that was given to me by the chantry." Mystia explained as they went further in. "Maker...No one would ever believe me if I said anything about this." Mystia frowned heavily. "I'm not sure if I should say this but Varric?"

"Yes?"

"I am glad you came along."

"So am I. But I still hate the deep roads." He commented as Cassandra groaned. They continued on for the rest of the time and came to an area that was beyond the words of physically impossible.

"Well, shit," Mystia commented as they looked over the area. However, once everything was said and done, Mystia returned to Skyhold with more questions than answers all of which buzzed in her mind like angry hornets. But as she walked around she happened to come across Varric by pure chance and saw him smiling.

"There you are!" he smiled as she wondered what had him smiling so big. "I've been looking all over for you. You're just in time. We almost had to start without you." Varric told her as she remembered what she had promised him a week before entering the deep roads.

"We couldn't have that, could we?" She smiled as she began to follow him to see that almost every one of her friends were there, except Leliana and Solas, and who could name where Sera was at. She did see that Cullen was there, along with Josephine and knew that if Josephine was there this would be a truly fun night.

"I found her, Ruffles! Deal her in!" Varric said as Mystia walked over to sit beside Josephine who was smiling.

"I do hope I recall the rules. It's been ages since I've played a game of Wicked Grace." Josephine watched Mystia sit next to her and smiled. Between Mystia and Josephine, it wouldn't be a surprise if someone left broke. "Didn't you used to play it as well Mystia?"

"Every chance I had and I was unbeatable among the Templars in Ostwick." It was not above Mystia to cheat every once in a while if she knew that others would, and she could figure that Varric, Bull, and Josephine were the four to beat. And all three will try some dirty tricks but I have a few tricks of my own.

"Well then, this will be a legendary game," Varric commented as Mystia nodded in agreement. There was some small banter before Cullen spoke.

"You seem to have enough people. I have a thousand things to do." He said sitting straight but Dorian spoke up.

"Losing money can be both relaxing and habit forming. Give it a try." Dorian encouraged as Varric smiled in agreement.

"Curly, if any man in history needed a hobby, it's you." Varric pointed out as Mystia silently agreed. Eventually, the game began with laughter abound as they taunted, teased and joked around with each other, then the stories began and Cullen was finishing up his as Mystia could just imagine what happened.

"...The poor recruit ran out into the dining hall in nothing but his knickers. And this...profound silence fell over the hall as seventy mages and thirty Templars all turned to stare at once. Then a slow round of applause began. And spread until every soul was on their feet. A standing ovation."