The Sun Warrior, The Inquisitor.

4. Iron Bull and Redcliffe

"You don't sound Fereldan, Ser." Krem hinted as they neared the coast. "Picked up on that quickly, huh?" Feyhel teased as he looked at Krem. The warrior chuckled and shrugged "Chief taught me a few things." He stated before looking around. "He's just down there." Krem informed the group before getting off his horse and running down to the meeting point. "Herald! I'm glad you're here. Welcome to the Storm Coast. I haven't much of a report other than sightings of bandits by the name of the Blades of Hissarian. I had a patrol out, but I've heard nothing back from them." Harding told the group. "Thank you, Harding. I'll look into it." Feyhel promised before looking to the rest of the group. "First we're meeting this... Iron Bull." Feyhel stated before tying the Hart to a branch near the camp.

"The meeting spot should just be down this bank." The elf muttered as he looked at his map. "Are you sure?" Varric asked as he glanced around. "Well, I hear fighting so that might be a good sign." Feyhel teased before jogging in the direction of the sound of swords clashing. "Every time." Varric chuckled before jogging after Lavellan.

Feyhel surveyed the scene before laying his eyes on a large Qunari. 'That must be Iron Bull' he thought as he began his attack. With the help of Bull and the Chargers, the battle was over relatively quickly, which everyone was thankful for. "Iron Bull, I presume?" Feyhel stated as he walked over to the Qunari. Something inside him didn't want to trust him but he didn't want to judge on sight. He wasn't fully like that. "That's me. Glad you came, I know how suspicious you Vints can be." Bull stated as he walked over to Feyhel. The elf glared slightly as Bull stood in front of him "don't worry. I'm not here to drag you to the Qun." Bull joked, laughing slightly as he did. "I suppose you remember Krem. He's my second in command." The Qunari stated as Krem walked over. "No dead, chief. Throat cutters are working on the rest that are still alive." Krem reported, Bull nodding as he took in the information.

Krem soon left the two to help the wounded, Solas and Blackwall doing the same. "So, you need more people for this inquisition of yours. I'm under orders to join from the Ben-Hassrath." Bull explained, chuckling as Feyhel flinched. There was something about that name that unsettled him. "Do you know them?" Bull asked, tilting his head a little as he looked at Feyhel. "A little. Not much though. I know they're spies." He stated, the distaste evident in his voice. This only made Bull chuckle. "You're in no danger from me." Bull assured. "How much is you being in the Inquisition going to cost me?" Feyhel questioned. "You? Nothing. Unless you're buying the drinks. I'm sure Josephine can sort everything else out. So, what do you say?" Bull said softly, watching as Feyhel gave a small smile. "Alright. You're in." the elf stated proudly as he stood up straight. "Excellent!" Bull shouted before turning to Krem. "Hey, Krem! Tell the boys to finish drinking on the road! We just got hired!" The Qunari shouted. Krem rolled his eyes and made some sort of argument about crates being opened with axes. Feyhel had tuned out but the mention of blood magic brought his attention back to the conversation. "Well, we'll meet you back at Haven." Bull shouted as he and the Chargers began dispersing and leaving.

"Well that was certainly... Something" Varric commented as he walked over to Feyhel.
"So, to Redcliffe now?" Blackwall suggested, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Indeed so. We need to get there soon." Feyhel stated as he started walking back to the mounts. "Shouldn't we scout for the missing patrol though?" Solas asked as he pointed to a direction in the hills. "Later. Right now, I need to get this important meeting off my checklist. It's haunting my sleep. We'll come back and do this later, I swear it." Feyhel promised as he got onto Talla's back. "Very well." Solas replied, doing the same. Varric looked at Feyhel with a chuckle leaving his lips. "What?" Feyhel questioned as he looked at Varric, who just shrugged and got onto his mount. "You laughed at me. What's on your mind?" Feyhel asked as he manoeuvred Talla to Varric's side. "You're falling into a leader roll. It's good to see someone taking charge among all this madness." Varric explained as he adjusted his position in his saddle. Feyhel just laughed lightly and rolled his eyes as he coaxed Talla into a run.

The journey to Redcliffe was uninterrupted and quiet. No one dared to speak to a determined Feyhel. Though Solas seemed to get more angsty whenever the elf rode straight past a rift that would need closing, prompting Varric to tell Feyhel to at least close one before Solas boiled himself to death. The sentence earned the dwarf a glare from Solas and it nearly caused Feyhel to lose his balance on Talla. In the end, they closed a total of three rifts just to make sure Solas was happy and no longer complaining. "Redcliffe is just up ahead." Varric spoke up, breaking the silence of the group. Feyhel nodded before dismounting from Talla. "We're walking from here." He stated before looking at the group. "The mounts should find their way back to a camp." Blackwall stated as he walked over to Feyhel. "Talla will most likely remain here..." He whispered as he looked to the Hart. "She's loyal. I'll give her that." The warrior commented as the other three horses galloped away. "Hart's usually are." Solas commented as he stood beside Feyhel. "Well, let's go." Feyhel muttered as he began walking to the gates.

"Turn back! It's not safe!" A look out shouted as they ran past. "Looks like our queue to intervene." Feyhel joked as he took his Staff from his back. "What the hell is going on with these things?" Varric yelled as he stepped into a circle of energy on the ground. "I don't know! But we need this rift closed!" Feyhel urged as he sent a fireball at a wraith, ending the first wave. The second wave were dealt with quickly and Feyhel was quick to close the rift. "There. Done." He panted, leaning on his knees to catch his breath. "You good, kid?" Varric asked as he walked over to him. "Yeah, just need a minute." Feyhel muttered before standing up slightly. "We need to find out what the hell just happened. Maybe Fiona will know something about it." Feyhel stated as he looked at the group. The gates guard came running back, calling to the guards to open the gates. "Well, looks like we're in." Feyhel muttered as they walked through the gates.

As soon as they stepped through the gates, a runner came up to them "Herald! I spread word like you asked but no one was expecting us." He told the group. "Wait... What?" Feyhel questioned as the runner shrugged and left. "Odd." He muttered before moving further into the village. "Looks like a mystery we have to solve." Varric joked, looking around slowly. "I do not like this." Solas muttered as they continued through to the village gates. "Members of the inquisition! We weren't expecting you." A male elf spoke as he walked up to them. "Though the grand enchanter is in the Gull and Lantern if you wish to speak with her." The man stated before smiling and leaving. "So, to the tavern." Feyhel muttered as they made their way to the location.

As they entered, a feeling of unease crept up Feyhel's spin. Something was off. "We didn't expect you here, ser. I am Grand Enchanter Fiona." A female elf introduced. "Pleasure to meet you, ma'am." Feyhel spoke with a slight bow. "If you are here to negotiate a partnership, I'm afraid you're too late." Fiona informed them. "But... you told me to come here yourself. Back in Val Royaux." Feyhel stated, confusion evident in his voice. "Val Royaux? I've not been there since before the Conclave." Fiona told him, only adding more to Feyhel's confusion. "So... Who did you ally yourself with?" Feyhel questioned, eyes glancing around slowly. "A magister. He arrived soon after the explosion." Fiona replied as she looked to the door. As if on cue, a magister walked through the door. Feyhel had to hold himself back from attacking the man. That wouldn't go down well.

"So, you're the survivor, yes?" The man questioned, ignoring the slight glare he was getting from Feyhel. "Yes." Feyhel stated, not particularly wanting to talk to this man. "Magister Gereon Alexius, at your service." Alexius introduced. "Pleasure." Feyhel muttered, putting on a fake smile. "You sure are far from Tevinter, Alexius." Feyhel commented as they moved to sit down. "It seems we are both far from home. I hear you are no Fereldan yourself." Alexius retorted as he leant on the table. Feyhel chuckled as he sat himself down. "Felix, would you send for a scribe, please?" Alexius asked a young male. "Forgive my rudeness, this is Felix. My son." Alexius introduced. Feyhel felt the discomfort rise as he realised there were more magisters around him.

"Now, you want mages to close the breach. I'm sure we can come to an arrangement." Alexius started. Feyhel was about to reply when Felix stumbled and fell slightly, knocking a cup that was beside Feyhel into his lap. Anger rose quickly in the young elf but when Felix began fumbling around and apologizing, he calmed. "Don't worry about it, it was an accident." He said softly, raising an eyebrow slightly as a piece of paper was slipped into his hand. "Felix?" Alexius questioned as he quickly rushed to his son's side. "Let's get you back to the castle, Fiona, I require your assistance." Alexius stated as he supported his sons weight while they walked out. Feyhel frowned as he looked at the note. "Come to the chantry... You're in danger." He read out loud. "Trap. Definite trap." The mage stated as he looked at the group. "All the more reason to go." Varric stated with a shrug.