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To the Scar in the Sky We March Dragon Age Inquisition fandom with sixlikesgore. Out of the many things that could describe the seventy-eighth in line for the Nevarran throne, dedicated came hand-in-hand with her brash and impulsive behavior. With the Templars abandoning the Chantry, the Circle of Magi no longer in existence, and the loss of their Divine, many were confused as to where their place in this new epidemic laid. Where most tried to use the Breach as an excuse to gain power, or ran in the opposite direction in hopes of ignoring it altogether, Cassandra Pentaghast did everything in her power to put the Inquisition into full force with the help of their Spymaster, just as Divine Justina had ordered. And, either by the Maker's will, or just plain coincidence, the only person alive who could seal their fears had finally come to terms with her place among their order - even if it'd taken a few too many stern looks, and midnight escape preventatives to make her come around. In the beginning, when Leila had been her prisoner, Cassandra hadn't had much hope in finding any solutions. But after they'd stop the Breach from spreading, a certain flutter of hope had started to bubble in the pit of her stomach. They weren't completely useless against his force, whatever it was. They just needed to find the correct answers to the correct questions. And, for some reason, a mercenary company thought they might be an answer to some of those questions. Not being opposed to the idea of help, but wary about the leader in question of these Bull's Chargers was no doubt lingering in the back of her mind the entire trip to the Storm Coast. But, if their Inquisitor felt the need to make an appearance, she wasn't going to object. It was rumored that the leader was a member of the Qunari, a strict and strong religion that Cassandra wasn't that highly opinionated on, choosing to remain mostly indifferent to their views on life, knowing that there was nothing she could do to implicate her opinions against them. But getting a chance to work with a member of the Qun that was involved in Thedas, however, was going to prove most interesting. Their arrival to the wet outskirt was calm at first, nothing but the raging sound of the nearby tides, and pattering rain to unsettle the nerves. As scout Harding took up her position with the Inquisitor to fill in her report, Cassandra's eyes scattered around their officially made camp. It wasn't the best location to be, with the skies constantly raining down upon them, but there wasn't much to complain about, either. As far as she could see, no immediate threats of rifts were located around them, so she was able to lay a bit of her nerves on ease. We're here for the wine, aren't we, Seeker? Varric leaned in to ask Cassandra, Harding still busy finishing up her report. An annoyed rasp left the back of the woman's throat, and she crossed her arms in an attempt to show him that she wasn't putting too much effort into bantering back at him. We're here because these mercenaries could help. Something I'm very doubtful you can provide, beyond your sarcasm. she answered back coldly, eyebrows pinched together. At the sound of their leader approaching, Cassandra's facial expression softened, caramel eyes seeking out the rogue's. We're ready when you are, Inquisitor. The faster we get this over with, the faster we can return to Haven. I'd much rather deal with the chill in the air over this constant pour. As they neared the path, the Seeker's right hand firmly grasping the hilt of her sword just in case, a distant sound of clashing carrying with the sound of the harsh waters. It sounds like they have company, she mused as the sea's bank came into view, mercenaries and Venatori battling for dominance. Glancing from the sight before them to the blond haired woman to her right, she nodded approvingly as she pulled her sword and shield from their designated locations, ready to wade in whenever the order was given. On your word, Leila.