The Sun Warrior, The Inquisitor.

9. Skyhold

The elf groaned as he woke two days later. He woke to the sounds of people arguing and decided to just slip back into his sleep. However, the constant bickering prevented it. The fight continued for hours before Feyhel finally gave up and slowly sat himself up. "Be careful, herald. You're still healing." A female voice spoke beside him. "They've been at it for hours, Mother Giselle. This is getting us nowhere." He whispered as he glanced at her. She only chuckled as she looked to the group. "With the unnerving absence of a threat, tensions are high. They're taking it out on each other." She whispered, turning her head to look at the arguments.

"It's so circular." Feyhel groaned as the ended up on a topic they'd already bickered about. "It seems they have the time. But we can't keep wandering forever. We need faith." She stated. Feyhel sighed and shook his head. "After what's happened to me, forgive me if I can't believe or have faith in all this..." he confessed as he stood up and walked to a tent pole. The argument had died down and everyone had gone to their respective places amongst the camp.

Silence seemed to loom over everyone until someone started singing. Feyhel nearly hit his head on the pole he was leaning on as Mother Giselle moved to stand beside him. Soon enough, the camp began to sing too with his advisors joining too. He couldn't believe their voices. Feyhel blinked slowly as he looked around. The camp was pledging their faith to him. In the medic tent, Roderick finally passed on, the song carrying him to the afterlife with Cole watching over him. His knees felt weak as the singing stopped and everyone went back to business.

"Lathallin, a word?" Solas requested as he walked over to him. "Seeing one of our people raised so high is definitely a rare sight." He spoke as he lit a brazier of veil fire. "I don't see why... I caused the devastation at Haven. I was the one who made them homeless." Feyhel muttered. "You are also the one who saved them from the Templars and the Archdemon." Solas countered, making Feyhel sigh but nod "you have a point." He muttered quietly. Solas Just chuckled and looked out to the horizon.

"Though that orb he carried..." Feyhel muttered before looking at Solas. "I believe it's Elven. Which begs the question of how people are going to take to that information when they learn of it." Solas pondered. "Yes but while were lost out here, it's not going to matter. If we don't find a settlement soon, we're all going to die." Feyhel stated, earning a smirk from Solas "then it is time for you to save the day again, da'len." The elf stated before starting to give Feyhel instructions on where to go.

Following Solas' directions, Feyhel went north, guiding the troops and refugees toward what he hoped would be their salvation. Solas stayed beside him, offering any information about Corypheus and his orb. "Over this way, Lathallin." Solas guided as they made their way to a clearing. "You asked for a fortress that's defendable and spacious enough. Here it is." He stated as an old ruined fortress came to view. "Skyhold." Solas finished with a proud smirk on his lips. Feyhel's eyes sparkled as he saw the castle. "Fen'Harel's balls that's amazing! Solas you're amazing!" Feyhel gushed before pushing forward. Solas looked at the elf with a slightly shocked expression before shaking his head and following behind him.

As everyone entered the fortress plans were already underway on how to fix the battered ruin. "So if we get a team to rebuild that bridge that can be your office, Cullen. You'll have a good view of the entrance from there too." Feyhel stated, smiling when Cullen nodded in agreement. "The training dummies can be put in that corner beside the new weapons forge." He added as he pointed to the very bad attempt of a map that had been drawn hastily I'lll have my room in that building too." Cassandra jumped in. Feyhel hummed a little before nodding "alright." He agreed. "The building in front of it will be the tavern." Feyhel addd with a chuckle. "Everyone needs one" he muttered gently.

The assignment of buildings and their uses took a few days but Feyhel didn't mind. They needed to bring this fortress up to scratch and make it presentable. "Feyhel? A word?" Cassandra asked, pulling Feyhel away from the building work he was doing. "Oh? Sure." He said softly as he set his tool down. "I've been discussing it with the other advisors and they agree we need a leader." She said gently as they walked up the steps. "Everyone's in agreement that, well, that is should be you. Since the start of this, you've played a huge part in ensuring people know about us, that people trust us and not only did you stop the mage and Templar rebellion, you created a place of safety for its refugees." She explained. Feyhel was confused but as they walked up a second set of stairs, his confusion only increased as he saw Leliana holding an important looking sword. "Wait... are you saying?" He asked quietly. "Who better to lead us than the one who has already been leading us? Even if he didn't have to." Leliana said with a smile.

Feyhel nearly passed out from what she said. "You... want me?" He asked as he slowly looked to the crowed gathering bellow them. "Yes. We couldn't see anyone else taking the role." Cassandra told him with a small smile. "But... I'm not human. More to the point, I'm a mage!" He protested, only making Leliana and Cassandra chuckle. "Yet people trust you when they see you, they trust your judgment." Leliana explained as Feyhel slowly took the sword "then I'll lead them. I'll lead them to victory and I'll set an example as a mage and an elf." He stated. Cassandra nodded before looking at Cullen. The warrior began rallying the crowd and Feyhel felt a swell of pride building in his body. He was accepted. "Your leader, your herald. Your Inquisitor!" Cullen shouted, bringing Feyhel from his thoughts. He was quick to lift the sword high in the air, smiling as the cheers increased.

"Come. We have much to discuss." Leliana stated as Cullen and Josephine joined them. He nodded before they turned to walk into the main hall. "So... what do we do now?" Cullen asked as he stepped over some fallen debris. "We hunt Corypheus." Feyhel stated as he looked at the mark on his hand. He clenched his fist slightly before looking at his advisors. "Before anything major is decided, I may have a couple of people who could help us with our Warden problem." Varric suddenly spoke up as he walked in. Feyhel turned his attention to the dwarf and gave a soft smile and a nod. "Alright. Let's meet them." Feyhel urged as he looked around. "Ah... it may be best to meet them on the battlements. The situation is... a precarious one to say the least." Varric said with a chuckle and a sigh as he left the hall. "Well, if it's who I think it is, Varric is going to lose a limb." Leliana sighed as she looked to Josephine. "I'll go through the plans for Val Royaux with you when you get a minute, inquisitor." Josephine said softly as she looked at him.

The group dispersed and Feyhel decided to explore. He walked into the rotunda and nearly had the air knocked out of him from the sheer size. "Wonderful, isn't it?" Solas spoke up as he walked over. "Magnificent." He whispered with a light smile, looking around the room. "I plan to decorate the walls with your greatest achievements in the future." Solas explained as he walked slowly around the room. "Sounds like a plan to me." Feyhel murmured as he then looked up to the second floor. "Continue your exploration, inquisitor. I'll get drawing on the walls." Solas commented. Feyhel nodded before disappearing up the stairs.

A light smile came to his lips when he saw Dorian browsing the books in the library. "Ah! There you are." The mage called as he glanced over his shoulder. "Lovely thing an archdemon. Loves crushing, loves destroying homes." He ranted. He continued on but Feyhel couldn't help but zone out and look at the muscles on show from his armour. "Am I speaking to quickly for you?" He asked as he turned around. "I... Ah... No, not at all..." He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck with a chuckle. "Distracted? I don't blame you. I am rather distracting." He stated with a smirk on his lips. Feyhel could only roll his eyes and fold his arms across his chest. "Something bothering you?" he asked gently. "Majorly." Dorian hissed as he turned to look at Feyhel.

"Corypheus is a magister. One of the ones that ventured into the fade and started the blights." Dorian said with a sigh as he sat himself down in his chair. "I... you really think so?" Feyhel asked as he leant on one of the bookshelves. "From your account? Yes." Dorian stated with a sigh. Feyhel frowned as he looked at Dorian. "Great. More magisters." He grumbled with a huff. Dorian chuckled before standing up again and walking over to Feyhel. "I really don't need this." He muttered as he rubbed his forehead. "However, congratulations on the promotion." He teased. Feyhel couldn't help but chuckle before leaving Dorian's little alcove.