The Arrival
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The air was chilly as Tyrkir and his fellow Avvar rode into Skyhold keeping one hand on the hilt of his axe. He didn’t quite trust the Lowlanders nor their so called “Herald of Andraste” Yet he agreed to come to come on the orders of his chief. Who wanted to help the Lowlanders. Sending Tyrkir and few others to help in anyway they can.
Coming to a stop at the stables Tyrkir couldn’t help be stare at the different kinds of mounts they had. Some the Aavvar has never laid eyes upon. After the greetings The Avvar band followed the one called Josephine into the great hall towards where the Inquisitor was. Tyrkir still couldn’t help but keep his hand on his axe, still not trusting anyone but his own.












