How the invitation had made it to him, Aden didn't know. Perhaps it had been passed off from the Knight Commanders to a captain or something, but eventually it had come down to him with an order to follow up the lead. Knowledge into the Tevinter system was appreciated for various reasons, if nothing more than the recognition of Tevinter magics. Getting some experience in the world away from Ostwick was something Aden wasn't going to resent, but he wasn't sure if he was really the one to send for this. What would a Magister want with him? An exchange of information indeed.
It didn't matter. He had his order, and had followed the trail back to the Imperium. Magister Mettius hadn't been too difficult to locate after all. From there he had been welcomed in what could be a gracious manner and escorted through an estate no less extravagant than what the Teyrn back home had fielded. Nice, expensive and utterly over the top for the usual humble quarters Templars were housed in. It ultimately put Aden further on edge.
There was nothing for it. He was now an...honored guest of Magister Mettius until her whim was served, and so he had to wait. He spent the time alone working on corrospondance, and was interupted in the middle of a letter by the knock of someone. A slave likely.
"Enter." Aden allowed, setting the letter where it could dry and the pen where it wouldn't drip. His blue gaze flicked to see who it was that was coming inside to find an elf, as he suspected, a young male. "How can I serve?" He asked carefully, studying the other in the moment. Sinewy, dark haired, youthful. That was all a brief glance would tell him. Aden had to wait to learn more.
