An Unlikely Pairing (Dragon Age Inquisition)

I awoke rested, albeit very hungover. My stomach gurgled in... protest? Hunger? To eat or not to eat, that was the pressing question. And what did I have to eat? In my pack there were dried strips of ram meat, a few stalks of slowly wilting Elfroot, and a chunk of hard cheese wrapped in a strip of cotton fabric.

Looking at the jerky and cheese my stomach turned over once more. Definitely a protest to the idea. I took a few of the Elfroot leaves and popped them in my mouth. There was a reason it was used in almost every healer’s tent across Thedas. It would work to dull the throbbing in my head for the time being.

If I’d had to wager a guess I’d have thought it was nearing midday, though the Breach made the sky a bit hard to read. I had to speak with Cullen and Fiona about the mages, were they ready to march on that thing yet?

I passed Sera on the trail to the training yard, wonder what time she woke up, or if she needed any Elfroot. She and I were quite friendly, both bearing no love for nobles and of entirely common birth. Not to mention the tips of our ears, but that part didn’t matter to her. She was brash and loud, sure, but I felt more at home in her company than I did with anyone who thought I was a savior sent by the Maker.

“Saw you in the corner with Dorian last night, yeah?” she said it like it was a question.

“And?” I cocked an eyebrow at her.

“He’s fun,” she said, “Could stand to lose a bit more Tevinter.”

“Heh,” I did not disagree.

“Right well I’ve got important things to do,” she announced and then simply walked off.

I shook my head but there was a smile on my face. Everyone else might have thought Sera was nugshit crazy, but I often said to myself that she could be the only one making any sense around here. Her incredible talent with a bow and compassion for refugees and servants made her a huge asset to our forces by my standards. I was sorry to have had to stress her out by having so many mages around, in truth this camp sometimes felt like a powder keg.

Especially if the mages and Templars started bickering.

Cullen and Fiona worked well together though. They each respected the Inquisition’s need for one another. They both believed we were all ready. We would march on the Breach the next day.