There were a few things that were certain in life for Tamyra  the Isskari recently indoctrinated into the Qun. One such was that she could not remember life before the Qun, Qamek erased it from her mind. Another was that her purpose was to locate and detain artifacts of a magical nature, and that she was damn good at her purpose. 

She ate, slept, drank, and breathed her purpose, there was nothing else for her beside it. To fail it was to fail the Qun- which would be betrayal in itself, that she would repay with her life. 

She couldn’t be sure how long she’d be taught the Rights of the Qun, and how Wrong everything else was compared to it. A year? Two? Three? It didn’t matter anymore. There was nothing but her purpose that mattered. 

The Demands of the Qun that gave her purpose mattered more than how long it had taken for her to open her eyes to what she was before. And the Qun demanded she travel into Thedas, far from the warm Seheron, and with the Viddasala to whittle away at the strength of power in the uneducated lands. 

If she recognized any of the faces she fought with, former friends in the Inquisition basra and saarebas, she did not show it. But it was sure they would remember her, for no one wielded a blade as she did, nor did any Qunari have the exact same scar along their leg that a young girl who served as Inquisitor did. If that did not remind them of that girl- the green glow, swapped in wire and runes to keep it restrained, that marked her left hand did. 

Weeks into the sparse raids against the Inquisition, reports of the Anchor wielding Qunari finally find the desk of Cullen Rutherford, Commander of the Inquisition’s forces, and Eon Adaar’s closest companion. He rued to give the news to him, sleeping so peacefully for once, whatever sleeping drought he’d taken to sooth his troubled mind working.

But he had to know, he might not forgive himself if he didn’t at least try to wake him... With a shaking hand, Cullen gently shakes Eon to wakefulness, the reports held tightly in his other hand. 

It was also well known that her and King Alistair had yet to conceive a child, a heir to the Therin throne. Apprentices spread rumor that she traveled to Ostwick to get assistance with it, others that she was bringing her illegitimate child to be raised with them, and many other outlandish tales. 

On the day of her arrival, she did indeed have a child with her. With black hair, and blue eyes she looked nothing like the King, but bore some semblance with the Queen herself. The Knight-Commander spoke previously with each of the mages, and some of the older apprentices, that they should speak only when spoken to by the Queen, and show respect at all times to her young companion. 

With grace and poise, the Queen greeted the mages gathered before her with a smile. “Good evening, my good people.” she began, smiling. “I have a request of the mages here, which I have already cleared with the Templars here.” A pause, well practiced to draw in attention. With knowing smirk, she continued.