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'It has been several weeks since the Herald stepped out of the Fade. I admit, I had my reservations about her, but she is proving to be quite capable if still somewhat apprehensive of her magical abilities. Could having been in the Fade physically affected her memories so drastically? Could they have given her magical abilities where there were none before?
I do not like unknowns and she represents many such things. However, I admit, for the first time in a long while, I am hopeful. She is to return from Redcliff, later today, with mages in tow. From what Liliana has said, she liberated them from a Magester who had attempted to use the chaos to his own benefit. That such people would use others in these ways pains me, but it also bodes well for our cause that she was able to stop his plans.
Haven has been quiet with Cassandra gone for so long. I am almost afraid to think of what she will do when she gets back. Her gaze could wilt a Qunari.
The bells are ringing, the Herald must be near the outer gates. Good news would be welcome.'

Solas set the quill back into the ink well, stretching his back as he rose from his chair. The entirety of Haven had gone out to meet the Herald at the gates, leaving only a hand full of people on the hill. Leaving his staff where it stood, he strode out to greet Lathalam as the horse she rode on cantered into the center of town. The others in her party, also on sturdy Ferelden horses brought their mounts to a stop near the stables.
Lathalam, her mahogany hair having grown by several inches since her arrival, tried her best to dismount as gracefully as she could. Solas chuckled as her foot became stuck in the stirrup and her horse gave her a playful nudge with his muzzle at her trouble. She affectionately ruffled the beast's mane, laughing as it shook it's head. The outskirts had become a flurry of activity as dozens of carriages and flat carts were pulled in by no less than a hundred of the same horses that the Herald had rode in on.
Workers and servants descended upon the carts which were laden with supplies and materials no doubt acquired by Lethalam during her time in the Hinterlands. Several large crates of iron, drakestone and obsidian were delivered to the blacksmith who clapped his hands together, eager to work his particular magic on them. Hand pushed carts were stocked high with food and provisions and wheeled into the main area to be stocked in the larder for meals. Pelts, coats, clothing and blankets of all types were laid out for the people of Haven to take their choice of.
Curiosity overtook Solas and he drew closer, inspecting the wares that had been laid out for his perusal. In the piles, he found a rather warm looking over coat made of soft nug leather and lined with ram fur. Drawing his arms through the sleeves, he tried it on, noting with some satisfaction that it fit rather well, as did the belts that came with it.
"I thought you might like it." Lathalam stepped past the scurrying workers toward Solas who had cinched the belts of the over coat, claiming it as his own. "I thought it would help fend off the chill. Now we just need to get you some shoes." She pointed to his bare feet.
"I am quite comfortable walking barefoot, Herald," he chuckled. At first, he had found it odd that the Herald, an elf herself, found it so difficult to walk with no shoes. He had since accepted it as one of her many quirks.
"Then you would have hated it in the Hinterlands. It if wasn't cold, the road was full of rocks. And the stuff that wasn't rocks were piles of poop left by oh so considerate wildlife."
Solas couldn't help the full bellied laugh that bubbled up at her statement.
"Herald! Cassandra needs to see you in the chantry!" Lathalam sighed as the messenger shouted his message at her over the din of the crowd.
"Duty calls." She saluted him with two fingers tapping against her eyebrows, her wrist sharply flexing as she spun on her heels and trotted inside.
"Ooh, what's this?" Solas turned to see Varric picking through the pile of clothes and armors, holding up a set of leathers much deeper purple than the ones he was wearing. "If I didn't know any better," Varric cast a conspiratorial glance over his shoulder. "I'd say the Herald is trying to make up for behaving like a cornered puppy."
"Perhaps," Solas nodded, finding a pair of gloves in the pile that fit him suspiciously well. "Is it working?"
Varric held up the armor and noted with some pleasure that the leather was supple and strong with drakestone accents to shore up weak areas. "If she keeps this up, I'd say hell yes." He flung off his over coat and shirt, seeming to not notice that several serving girls had run into each other while trying to watch the spectacle that was Varric's chest. Solas did his best not to chuckle at their expense as Varric shouldered on the leather armor, testing his movement by reaching up as though he were about to take Bianca out to play.
"Nice."

Later that night, several more people joined them around the fires. A Teventer mage, of all people was among them. A flamboyant young man by the name of Dorian. He and Varric seemed to hit it off from the start, drunkenly laughing and joking in record time. "Ah! Herald!" The mage was gesturing in an exaggerated manner, nearly toppling himself from his bench. "Come have a drink with us. I was just telling your friends here of our adventures in the future!"
She chucked and sat down, taking the mug offered her by Varric. "I was just getting to the part where you electrocuted an entire room full of Vinatori guards! Marvelous, it was! Like a rain storm had made it it's personal mission to piss in their ale!"
Lathalam hesitated at his last statement, looking in to the mug and giving it a cursory sniff before tipping it up and emptying half the contents into her mouth. "Yea, well, it helps that I was scared out of my wits."
"Scared!?" Dorian shifted in his seat, eyeing her in a way that nearly had her in tears from laughter. "You twirled that staff like you've been killing demons all your life! You're a natural!"
Lathalam, rubbed the back of her neck, clearing her throat. She took the complement in stride, having decided that having to explain everything over and over again was not only pointless, it made the other's wary of her. "Thanks. Though I think Solas deserves a good bit of the credit. He's the one who helped train me in battle magic."
"The Herald is far too modest," Solas stated, though he had to jump back as Lathalam, startled by Solas' near silent approach toppled herself off of the bench and onto the ground, one leg sticking up as it leaned on the bench.
The entire group around the campfire burst out laughing as Solas reached down to help the Herald back to her feet. Instead of sitting back down, she put her arm around his shoulder and gave him a good pat on the back. "I've known cats quieter than you. One of these days, I'm going to tie little bells to your toes, that way you don't scare the fire out of me with your-," she stopped a moment, the ale suddenly going to her head. "your sneakiness."
Solas rolled his eyes as he sat Lathalam back down on the bench. "I assure you, Herald. Even with bells on my feet, I could remain silent if I wished."
"Challange. Fucking. Accepted." Lathalam held up her newly filled mug of ale, toasting Solas as she burst into giggles at the scowl that had developed on his face.
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