The Sun Warrior, The Inquisitor.

12. Crestwood

As he ran into the main hall, he collided into Cullen's chest which knocked him back onto the floor. "Makers Breath! Inquisitor, I'm so sorry!" The warrior fumbled, making Feyhel chuckle as he picked himself up off the floor. "No harm done Cullen, besides it was my fault. Are you alright?" He asked as he looked at the commander. Cullen nodded with an apprehensive smile. "I am. Thank you, inquisitor." Cullen said gently. "Inquisitor still sounds weird to hear." He grumbled as he followed Cullen to his office. "I think the title suits you." The warrior commented as he set the reports in his hand down on his desk. How those papers hadn't gone flying was beyond him. "Though I do have news for you. I've been digging and found out where the red Templars come from." Cullen calmly informed him. "Therinfal Redoubt." He finished

Feyhel stood silent for a few seconds as he stared at Cullen. "Therin- what out?" Feyhel asked, shaking his head a little. Cullen only chuckled. "Therinfal Redoubt. It's an old seeker fortress." Cullen told him. "Ah." Feyhel hummed as he lent against Cullen's ladder. "So what's the plan?" Feyhel asked as he watched the commander. "There are lyrium trading roads that smugglers use. I'd wager that's how they're getting red lyrium. It's in the Emerald Graves. I'll mark the locations on your map, inquisitor." Cullen said gently. "Thank you, Cullen. I'll talk to you later." He said gently, smiling as he left the office.

As he walked across the bridge, he smiled a little as he entered the rotunda. "No, Dorian. I do not... I don't know why I'm even entertaining you with this conversation." Solas complained as Feyhel walked in. "What are you two arguing about?" Feyhel asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "He wants to know if I've ever had sex within the fade." Solas stated with a sour look on his face. Feyhel could only chuckle "Of all the questions." He muttered before looking up at Dorian. "Well, you'll have a break from him soon." Feyhel teased as he looked at Solas. "He's coming with me to Crestwood for a mission." The elf stated with a chuckle. "Wait. I am?" Dorian asked as he stood up. Feyhel nodded as he looked back at Dorian. The mage groaned before nodding and collecting his stuff.

The pair walked into the war room, Feyhel smiling as he saw Cassandra and Varric. "So, Firework, what's the plan?" Varric asked. Feyhel hummed as he looked over the map. "Well, first we need to sort out how we're getting there. Other than mounts, of course. I want to get there as fast as I can so that we don't keep Hawke and company waiting." Feyhel explained as he stared at the marker for Crestwood on the map. "There's something else." Feyhel stated as he brought a dagger down onto Therinfal Redoubt on the map. "Seriously? You southerners have no respect for maps." Dorian complained as he looked at the marker. "Cullen told me he knows where they came from and its here." The elf stated with a sigh leaving his lips. "When we're done in Crestwood, we're going to the Emerald Graves to scout the tradelines." Feyhel stated "So pack for an extended mission. We leave in two days." He ordered as he walked out the room.

"Feyhel! Wait up." Dorian called as he followed Feyhel to his quarters. "You're serious? We're actually going after the Red Templars?" Dorian asked as they walked up the stairs. "What other choice do we have? We can't find Corypheus, so we find his followers." The elf stated as he paced the room. He then sighed as he one of Leliana's ravens flew in through his window with a note attached to its leg. Feyhel sighed as he opened the note. "That's just great." He groaned as he threw the paper to the side. "What?" Dorian asked as he picked it up. "My clan sister." He muttered. "She was the only one who accepted me within the clan apart from the Keeper. She was the Keeper's second, I was the First." He explained before sighing. "Apparently she's coming to Skyhold to help." He said with an exasperated sigh.

"Valomaya?" Dorian asked as he looked at Feyhel. He nodded with a small smile. "She's a couple of years older than me and very skilled." He informed the mage as he leant against the wall. "I can't wait to meet her." Dorian said with a chuckle as he placed a hand above Feyhel's head. The elf chuckled as he leant up to close the gap between them, connecting their lips. Dorian hummed as he set his free hand on Feyhel's hip, holding him close.