promise of destruction ;; jacinto acerbi
nxtneutral has found the seeker in the war room
The clues simply do not match up to the feeling in the pit of her stomach, the uncertainty that forces questioning of known facts. The very same vein of doubt led her to betray the Seekers of Truth nearly twenty years ago, and now with scars marring her cheek and dark hair cropped short, Cassandra finds herself wondering if there might be something she is not seeing.
They might very well be dead. Not easily, and not willingly, but for all their abilities, the Seekers are still mortal. But if the events following the Conclave have taught her anything besides humility, it is that there are worse fates than death, and she would wish none of them upon those she still calls brother and sister. The truth is out there, somewhere, and no matter how painful or well-hidden it is, she will find it.
But not alone. Not this time.
“ Inquisitor, ” the Seeker says, passing him back the bundled sheaf he pressed upon her days earlier. Inquisitor, she says, not Herald. Not mage. He leads with a title he has earned with his own merit, and she follows that light which burns within him freely.
“ All signs point to Caer Oswin. It is hard to say for certain why but one by one, Seekers were sent to Fereldan. Never in pairs, as is customary, but alone. I would not waste the Inquisition's resources, but the agents Leliana sent to follow the leads have failed to report back. ”
Cassandra sets her jaw, gaze dropping from his. He may have need of her yet, but she needs to know, if only to set her foolish, hopeful mind at rest. “ You need not waste any more of your time on this, but I would go to Caer Oswin to see what has befallen the Seekers. ”