The Sun Warrior, The Inquisitor.

7. Corypheus

"What the hell were you thinking?" Cullen shouted as Feyhel walked into the Chantry. "Here it comes." He muttered to himself. "There is nothing more dangerous than a mage who becomes an abomination and there will be abominations among them. It's inevitable. What was your plan in setting them loose like this?" Cullen questioned as he looked at Feyhel. "If they were our prisoners they likely wouldn't cooperate how we want them to!" Feyhel challenged. "He has a point." Josephine stated as she looked at Cullen. "I know your apprehension about this, Cullen but please... I know what I'm doing." Feyhel said softly as he looked to the Commander who just sighed and nodded. "Alright. I'll trust your judgement." Cullen caved before rubbing his forehead.

"Shame. Here I was starting to enjoy the circular arguments." A voice spoke up. Feyhel couldn't help the smile that made his way to his lips. "Well, the one thing we know is the herald achieved his goal of getting the mages to help us." Cassandra stated as they looked between one another. "Next is the assault on the breach. Join us in the War Room when you're ready." Cullen spoke before the group disappeared. "If you don't mind, I'll skip the war council." Dorian teased as he walked over to the elf. "I wish I could." Feyhel muttered, earning a chuckle from Dorian. "Though, if it's alright with you, I would like to stay." Dorian requested as he looked at the elf. "You... Want to stay?" Feyhel questioned as he looked at Dorian. "Oh but of course. How could I not? The cause is noble and you're not too bad yourself." He mage stated, a flirtatious smile on his lips. Feyhel just sighed and shook his head playfully with a grin. "Admittedly, there's really no one I'd rather end up stranded in time with." He teased, causing Dorian to laugh. "Now, now. I don't plan on that happening any time soon. At any rate, the present is much more accommodating." He stated with a chuckle before going to the door. "Come talk to me, when you have a minute. I rather like your company" He insisted before leaving.

Feyhel stared at the door for a few moments before shaking his head. He couldn't let this Tevinter mage get to him. With a low grunt, the elf made his way out the chantry and to Varric. "Hey, kid! How are—" Varric was cut off by Feyhel hugging him. "What's brought this on?" The dwarf asked softly when Feyhel pulled away. "What happened in Redcliffe... I saw you..." He hesitated and shook his head. "That attached to me already? I'm touched." Varric teased before patting his shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere, kid. I swear." Varric promised, the tension visibly leaving him. "You... gave me a nickname while were there, you know?" Feyhel said with a chuckle. "Oh? What was it?" Varric asked. A tiny smile came onto Feyhel's lips as he looked at the back of his right hand. "Firework." He whispered. "Well, that's pretty good. Fits you well enough as well." The dwarf mused before smiling. "I'll keep calling you that, if you wish?" He suggested, chuckling when Feyhel sheepishly nodded.

The two talked for another hour or so before Feyhel excused himself. He didn't know where he was going but he somehow ended up near to Dorian. "Hey, Solas." The elf said softly as he walked over to him. "Excellent choice making the mages our allies, Da'len." Solas complimented as he looked at the breach. "We should have the power to seal it now... I hope." Feyhel muttered. "You still doubt?" Solas questioned as he turned to look at Feyhel. "I think everyone does, in a way." Feyhel confessed. Solas only gave a small smile. "The marks you bear give you great power. Mix that with the power and determination of other mages? I'm sure we'll close it." Solas assured him. Feyhel gave a shaky sigh before nodding. "Thank you, Hahren." He whispered, smiling a little as Solas set his hand on his shoulder. "I believe there's someone after your attention." He muttered as he glanced at Dorian. Feyhel huffed lightly before nodding and walking to Dorian.

"Finally. Thought you were only going to tease me with your presence." Dorian spoke playfully as Feyhel walked over. "Funny." He muttered before rubbing his forehead. "I can't help but notice that mark on the back of your right hand." Dorian hummed as he folded his arms over his chest. "What of it?" Feyhel growled. "Well, one you get very defensive when people talk about it. Two, it's the Solium mark." Dorian stated as he shrugged lightly. "Solium?" Feyhel questioned. "Star system. Though it has links to both the elves and ancient Tevinter." Dorian informed him. Feyhel looked at the back of his hand with a frown. "So... It could have a deeper meaning?" He asked quietly. "Most certainly." Dorian stated as he tilted his head a little. "You really don't know about it, do you? Though that was as far as my current knowledge goes. So, I guess we know about the same now." The mage rambled.