The Inquisition has been in place for a little while at this point. The Breach was closed, albiet temporarily, and things have settled for the time being. Now, the Inquisition has focused on spreading their influence so they can contact people that can help seal it for good.

One thing however. The Inquisitor... Is a child. And despite their youth, they still follow along on missions with their people. They are the only one that can seal rifts, after all..

Warriors take a moment to breathe, the bodies of ambushing thieves laying peacefully on the soil beneath. Blackwall plunges his sword into a soft patch of ground before approaching Cassandra in the front of the pack. He's not too happy about the sudden envoy, much less the surprise attack from bandits.

"Whatever business you people have better be good. That was dangerous."

A close sneer appeared on Blackwall's face, disapproval clearer than the sky. His voice and face calms slightly before he continues onto the subject matter.

"So, are you the... Herald of Andraste that the world's been so worried about recently?"

Solas and Varric stood quietly behind Cassandra, the latter with a minute scowl and the dwarven former with a smirk on the verge of a chuckle. Both of them know that Cassandra definitely is not the Herald. Behind her stands the real Herald, {{user}}.