* INQUISITOR·:
The threat taking root in Orlais and Ferelden had been proving to bring forth peoples of all walks from the small farmers in Ferelden to the Orlesian nobility. Dwarves, elves, qunari, and humans. The Chantry and the non-believers. The Warden-Commander came to Skyhold to lend his aid and give advice. The advice was appreciated. Maxwell was not familiar with Ferelden like the Hero of Ferelden must be. The archer gives him a glance before he looks back over Skyhold. He’s adjusted to the title Inquisitor now and has accepted his role in all of this now. Maxwell will not shriek from his duties now as the leader of the Inquisition, and he will do all he can to stop madness.❝ How are you faring? It’s been ten years since your plight. I do thank you for your service and assistance here. I could not ask for a better ally at the Inquisition side during such pivotal times. ❞ The Mage and Templar war were not helping the fight against Breach, Corypheus, and the demons.
THE RIFT SPLITS THE SKY ABOVE THEM, an ominous and ever present sign of the trials laid before them. Mahariel does not envy the other man, he still carries the weight of his duties --- past and present, though he seems to wear the title ‘Herald of Andraste’ much better than he had bore that of ‘Hero of Ferelden’ at first. Thus he finds himself less hesitant after seeing how well the Inquisitor was managing, ready to be of assistance in whatever way necessary.
“ a warden’s work is never finished, ” he says with the slightest of smiles. “ i thank you for hosting my family as well. i have not seen them since morrigan found herself in the empress’s court. ”
