The Sun Warrior, The Inquisitor.

3. Val Royaux

It took the group a few days, but they all soon arrived at Val Royaux. As the capital came into view, Feyhel gulped. He began to feel slightly enclosed as they crossed the bridge to the gates. "You doing okay there, kid?" Varric inquired as he stepped closer to the herald. "Yeah just... I don't feel too good." Feyhel hesitated as he looked around cautiously. "Stay on guard, there are people who want to harm us here." Cassandra warned as they walked. "That much was expected." Feyhel grumbled as he rolled his eyes. Varric just chuckled and shook his head. "Looks like someone wants our attention." Solas commented as someone came running toward them. "Herald!" The runner called. "Yes?" He asked softly as he folded his arms over his chest. "I have to warn you. Templars are here, they want to protect the people from you." The runner warned. Feyhel groaned lightly. Of course, things would go wrong. "Why would the Order want us gone?" Cassandra questioned causing Feyhel to shrug a little. "Guess we'll find out." Solas chimed in as the runner left them.

As they walked into the main square of the city, panic began to set into Feyhel more. He knew he was still wanted by many slavers in Tevinter. He had a high price on his head, even more so now. However, having Cassandra there reassured him. Slightly. "There. I believe that's who we need to speak to." The warrior stated as she began walking to the crowd. "Looks like we're going over there then. Great." Feyhel grunted as he followed Cassandra. Solas and Varric stayed behind, making sure things went steady. They'd step in if they were needed. "There! The divine's killer. He walks among us." A chantry sister shouted over the noise. Feyhel rolled his eyes as he stepped forward, the crowd stepping aside to let him through. "You seriously think I killed the divine? I'm doing all I can to help solve what happened!" He asserted. "I agree with him. He is innocent!" Cassandra interjected. "That doesn't matter. We are protected by the templars!" The mother stated.

As Feyhel went to say something else, someone marched up to the podium. "Lord Seeker Lucius." Cassandra muttered. "Enough!" Lucius asserted before one of the templars hit the chantry mother in the back of the head. "Are you insane? What the hell are you doing?" Feyhel shouted, grunting as he felt Cassandra grapping his wrist. "I came to see why there was so much commotion. It seems I wasted my time." The Lord Seeker scoffed as he rallied the other templars. "What statement are you trying to convey here? What was the point?" Cassandra challenged. "That Val Royaux doesn't deserve our protection." Lucius stated before calling for the templars to follow him. Feyhel watched them march away in confusion while Cassandra just sighed and shook her head. "So much for templar support." She muttered as Solas and Varric joined them again.

"Well, let's look around. May as well while we're here." Feyhel muttered before going to the pillar in the centre of the square. As he did, an arrow flew down and landed in front of him. "What the—" He blurted as he pulled a letter from the arrow. "Why are people wanting me to do weird things?" He muttered before sighing. "There's someone wanting your attention, Lavellan." Solas stated as he pointed to a mage dressed in clothing from the circle. "Great. That's just what I need. More errands." He groaned as he made his way to the mage. "I've been instructed to give you this." The mage stated as he held out a neatly decorated piece of paper. Feyhel gave a stiff nod as he took the paper and watched as the mage walked away. "Seriously?" He muttered as he read over the page. "Best not keep her waiting then." Cassandra encouraged. A child like groan left Feyhel's lips as he looked at her. He was met with a stern glare and folded arms. "Fine, fine! I'll go!" he grunted as he ran his fingers through his hair slowly.

Before even daring to go near the Salon, Feyhel made the choice to pick up the hints left by the mysterious 'red jennies'. "Is this scavenger hunt truly necessary?" Cassandra complained. "If doing this means I gain an ally, yes." Feyhel countered as he picked up the last red scarf. "Right. We need to go here at nightfall. Whoever I'm to look into will be there." The elf stated. "Ugh. Fine." Cassandra grunted. As they prepared to leave, Feyhel felt a shiver going straight up his spine. Something wasn't right. His eyes slowly glanced around the area and he spotted a merchant staring directly at him with a confused look on his face. "We need to go. Now." He urged as he pushed Cassandra and the others toward the gate. As he turned back around to look at the merchant, he was gone. A feeling of unease seeped into his body as he tried to locate the merchant.