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The Hero of Ferelden has vanished, it seems, or at least is nowhere that any of Leliana's spies have yet been able to discover.

They cannot afford to wait. They must continue their search, in order to be ready before the Conclave. Besides, Cassandra had argued, there are other preparations that need to be made.

(That argument had resounded from the very stones of the keep. Fortunately, both Hands are long used to each other's ways by now.)

In the end, Leliana had conceded the need to act, while Cassandra had agreed that the Nightingale's spies should keep looking for the Warden-Commander, just in case.

* * * * * * *

Kirkwall is a ruin.

Not as much of one as it had been, of course, but Cassandra's gaze is still drawn like a lodestone to the spot where the Chantry had once stood, before the apostate Anders's work.

It does nothing to improve her mood.

"Find him," she snaps to the nearby lieutenant. The Seekers she has brought with her are enough to suffice almost any need, without being quite enough to constitute an official invasion, and are already spreading out to establish their base of operations. Nearby, Leliana is deep in low-voiced conversation with her most trusted scouts. "Guard-Captain Vallen as well. All of them. Now."

"Right away, Seeker Pentaghast."

Date: 2016-02-06 08:01 pm (UTC)
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It had been a late night and an early morning: the boy who usually does the bulk of the care for his armor has some kind of ague, so Cullen told him to stay in bed, arranged for someone to bring him broth and fetch a healer, and then cleaned and oiled his armor himself. The usual bad night followed -- bad enough that Cullen attended both the Vigils and Lauds services -- and now, the long-feared day has arrived.

It's not an Exalted March -- that much is evident -- but any templar knows that when the Seekers of Truth come to town, trouble is afoot, and heads will roll. Perhaps literally.

Cullen didn't call off any patrols, and told Donnic before his squad left to keep them out as long as possible. (Cullen didn't have to say that he'd do his best to make sure Aveline didn't catch any more attention than she had to.) If the Chantry has finally come to town, Cullen wants to make a point: they're the ones who have been keeping Kirkwall running, not the Chantry, and now that visitors have come they're not important enough to disturb the functional routine.

So Cullen stands alone -- by design. He's at the top of the steps leading to the Viscount's Keep, where the Seekers and the Hands of the Divine must come, eventually. The mages are ready to go into hiding at a moment's notice; the guard, more numerous than Cullen's templars, is watching carefully to carry word.

He rests his hands on the pommel of his sword --

Blessed are the peacekeepers, he thinks, the champions of the just.

-- and waits for what will come.


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