On quest in Perendale (Azalea)

[Senior Enchanter Louis]

On the border between Orlais and Nevarra, in the area known as the Blasted Hills close to Andoral`s Reach lies the city Perendale, a city that has grown big and wealthy over the years due to the gold mines nearby. It once used to belong to the Orlaisan Empire, but during their war with Nevarra it was lost and it`s people are now terrorized by high taxes and soldiers set by the Neverran government, constantly arguing with the authority, seeking freedom from their oppressor.

Leaning against the wall, watching from the shadows with a hood hiding the face, Louis could see an angry mob of people gathering at the count`s estate, complaining about their conditions and the recent collapsed mines. From what he could hear many of them were worried about their loved ones, and when the captain of the guard answered them it did not get any better. The people seemed to have had enough, though they feared the armed guards who stood ready with their crossbows. Louis knew it was none of his business, but he pitied the people, why did the Nevarran`s treat their citizens such? He thought and wanted to interfere, but knew he could not because of his powers.

After a long discussion the captain told the people to scatter and return home, and as he gave the order to break them up the people went reluctantly, knowing that the Count would not care for the loss of lives. Looking away from the scene, Louis came to remember why he actually was there. He and his friend Azalea had been sent to Perendale to scout and to seek out ways for the mages to get food and water, either by stealing, trade or purchase for what money they had. It would not be an easy task to feed such a population that now lingered at Andoral`s reach during the winter, although they had to try.

Seeing the sun lower in the horizon behind the hills, it got dark quickly and the wind gave a stronger breeze as it began to snow again. Louis had no idea where Azalea currently was, but they had agreed to meet in an alley way not far from the inn at sunset. He hoped everything had gone well and that she hadn`t run into trouble, the city watch were strict on their curfews at night and they weren`t even the nice kind of people.

Folding the black cloak together, Louis tried to stay warm as he waited. The staff he used to carry was left at Andoral`s reach, and the things he had brought along was only his bag of items which hung on a strap across his chest. The reason why Louis and Azalea had split up during their stay in Perendale was to cover a larger area of the city, as they searched for what they needed. So far Louis had not been so lucky, but he hoped Azalea had found something.

[Azalea Valdea]

Azalea looked about her in mild bewilderment as she gazed upon the city of Perendale. She had never been here before, nor remotely near here. The young Ferelden mage had only been in Orlais now for perhaps almost a month now. She had been traveling alone for many months, finding companionship here and there over the last few years since her escape from the Circle. Since being in Orlais, Azalea had been fairly miserable for the most part. However, she had recently discovered Andoral's Reach, which had become a refuge for mages near and far. It delighted the young woman to have found a place where she didn't feel quite so isolated. It was sad how jam packed the place was though, and how limited vital resources were. So, recently, Azalea, and her new friend Louis, had been sent out to retrieve what ever they could, food, water, anything. However, this was a more difficult task than anticipated.

Azalea didn't particularly care about splitting up from Louis, seeing as this was such a big city, and she was prone to attracting all sorts of attention. But, Louis had a valid point; splitting up meant covering more ground. So, reluctantly, Azalea headed off in the opposite direction from her mage friend, off in search of whatever she could get. She had made a few attempts at bartering for bits of food, but found no such luck, and only found hostile glances and overwhelming prices. It seemed that the only way she was going to bring anything home, was to steal. Azalea didn't care for this idea either...but, she was out of options it looked like. She huddled beneath her emerald colored hood as a cold chill brushed passed her. She tilted her head up, her amber eyes following the swaying patterns of snow-flakes that formed in the sky. She was awe-struck for a moment, for she truly loved snow. It was an interesting thing to her, and fun to play in. But, now was not the time for such childish things.

Azalea hung around a particular shop for a while, that displayed some fairly good looking meat products. She would peek out on occasion, watching the shop-keeper carefully. Azalea scooted her way closer to the stand, trying not to raise too much attention. Hopefully she wasn't too noticeable. Her most striking and memorable feature was always her hair, which was a fiery red and long in length. She had tried very hard to tuck away her locks inside her hood, but found that several strands were too stubborn to stay inside, so a flash of red could always be seen around her. Azalea stole another glance at the shop-keeper, whom now had his back to her as he talked to a long customer. Carefully, the mage made her way over, watching the man like a hawk. She opened up the bad she had slung over her shoulder, and slowly grabbed at hunks of meat that were nearest to her, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Azalea managed to grab about three or four good sized bits of what she assumed to be deer or cow, the shop-keeper had turned around and barked at her to put what she had stolen back. Her eyes widened like a frightened animal as the man approached her quickly. She turned and bolted as quickly as she could, hearing the keeper scream out for any guards that were nearby. Azalea ducked into a few alleyways and quickly made her way to the designated spot Louis had told her about. She headed towards the inn, looking behind her to see if any guards were at her heels. She was lucky so far. Azalea made another turn down an ally and slowed her pace as she caught site of whom she hoped to be Louis leaning against the wall.

Panting heavily, she reached out and tapped her friend on the shoulder, grinning a little bit in triumph. "Well...I managed to snag us a bit of fresh meat. Several pounds worth I think." She said, weighing the bag. "Not before I got caught stealing it though...There may, or may not be guards looking for me right now." Azalea said with a frown, pressing her back to the wall and leaning on it. She heaved a heavy sigh as she caught her breath. She then looked to Louis curiously. "What about you? Any luck?"

[Senior Enchanter Louis]

Watching across the street waiting on Azalea in the cold made Louis worried, and he wondered where she could be. Why was she late, had something happened? Then suddenly he felt a tap on the shoulder and as he turned to look, there she was looking beautiful as ever. Oh how happy he was to see her again, it was a joy and being in her presence was something he loved very much, but hearing her exhaustion he immediately knew not everything had gone after their plan, which were true. “You did what?! You stole food?...Maker`s breath!” He spoke loudly, almost drawing the guard’s attention. Stealing was not something he favored, and it was a sin. What she just had done made him pray to the Maker for forgiveness in his thoughts, although he understood her. There was no easy task to get food or water in Perendale, people there were unfriendly, especially since most of them were poor themselves.

“If the guards set the alarm, then the entire city guardsman will be after us. What were you thinking?” He spoke and asked frustrated, feeling Azalea had done a fool`s work, but brushed the thoughts off as he continued. “Ah never mind, we must find some shelter or we`ll be caught with your stolen goods. Unfortunately, I weren`t as lucky as you. People here aren’t the sharing type it seems." Louis said with a worried frown on his face, glancing at Azalea before looking around.

“I spoke to the stable boy earlier and he said we could sleep on the hayloft in the barn if we wished; right now I think it’s the best option to avoid further attention and its closest to our horses should anything happen.” Then just as Louis had spoken, he could hear the sound of marching footsteps approaching and they were coming from the street. Although they were in no haste, which meant it was not someone who was after Azalea.

Taking a peek around the corner, Louis saw something he had not expected and his eyes grew wide. A legion of Templars had just entered the city and there they stood in a square formation led by a captain and apparently a Seeker on a black stallion. It frightened Louis to know they were in Perendale, and he knew from that moment on searching for food and water would now be a lot more difficult. Quickly withdrawing his head back into the alley where Azalea stood, Louis turned his gaze back at her. “Looks like we can except more trouble.” He whispered and awaited her reply.

[Azalea Valdea]

Azalea knew she very well could get a tongue lashing from Louis once she returned and told him what she did. Yes, stealing was bad, but, shouldn't the stealing be justified in their case? The mages back at Andoral's reach very much needed food and water, and there was no way they could buy enough. So yes, Azalea did have to resort to stealing. Surely the Maker wouldn't be too displeased, would he?

Sure enough, Louis was more than just simply surprised, he sounded terribly frustrated. "Shhh!" Azalea shushed, looking out the allyway in a sense of panic. "Not so loud!" She said in a hushed tone, looking back at him. As Louis scolded her, the young woman looked down like a child would after having been caught doing something they shouldn't. His words made her feel guilty, but she could see through his perspective. Unlike Louis, Azalea wasn't quite as devout to the Andrastian religion as she should be. She believed in the Maker very much so, but felt like some of the rules and regulations in the religion was too much. Such as mages having to be locked away. Still though, Azalea knew she did wrong, but it needed to be done.

"I'm sorry Louis. But there was no way I could even afford one pound of meat. And we need to bring home plenty for the others to eat right?" She asked, her voice quite as she lifted her gaze back up to Louis nervously. "I don't think the guards got a good look at me...I hope not anyway." Azalea said, crossing her arms. She didn't mean to cause any trouble, but alas, she was prone to it. in a way, she felt very bad for Louis because now he was bound to get in trouble too because of her, and she very much didn't want anything happening to him. Though the two didn't know each other for an exceptionally long time, she was already fond of the Orlaisian mage. He was very kind and he had a certain charm about him that Azalea liked. And it seemed he had a decent amount of patience for someone like Azalea, he certainly would need a lot of it.

The young mage shivered as her body suffered another little cold chill. Oh Maker how she hated feeling cold. "Yes, these people aren't exactly the friendliest...though I can't really blame them for not showing civility now." She said with a sheepish grin, looking down at her bag momentarily. A frown quickly took the little grin's place though. "Ah...that is a shame. At least we have something though, no?" Azalea said as she looked back out the alleyway. She listened quietly as Louis spoke, nodding along to his idea. "Yes...that probably would be best...wouldn't it? Maker I'm sorry for causing this much trouble." Azalea sighed with an embarrassed blush on her face. She really had been stupid, but, how else were they going to bring anything home?

Azalea heard the marching footsteps just as Louis did, and she felt a wave of fear flood through her. Were those guards? No...they sounded a bit too...casual maybe? She peeked around the corner with Louis, wondering what he was looking at. The sense of fear once more clutched at her heart, and she let out a quiet gasp as she laid eyes on the group of Templars as well as a Seeker. Azalea slipped back into the ally before Louis did, and she looked at him, worry in her soft amber eyes. In an instinctive manner, Azalea lightly clutched at Louis' arm, like a child would if seeking comfort from someone. She looked up at him, frightened. "Why are they here? And why did they bring a Seeker? Do we watch them and see what they are doing...or go hide at the stables...or...what?" Azalea asked, confused and unsure.

[Senior Enchanter Louis]

“Attention!” The Knight-Captain shouted to the Templar legion as they stopped not far from the Inn, all facing the Seeker who sat on his horse proudly.

“We have traveled far and we have finally reached our destination, you have all deserved some rest! Captain…” The Seeker spoke out loud for them all to hear, and then turned to the Knight-Captain with a nod, giving them some time off for the night as he took the reins and straddled off with the horse toward the counts estate.

“Dismiss!” The Knight-Captain shouted again and signaled with his hand, allowing the Templars to step out of formation and do what they pleased.

With the back turned against the Templars, Louis hid in the alley with Azalea and they could hear everything that happened in the background. It was terrifying, yet Louis tried to stay calm and brave in front of the beautiful mage who lightly clutched to his arm. With his gaze upon her he had to smile and he thought it was nice to be so close to the woman he admired, wishing for a moment he hadn`t yelled at her about the stealing and hoped she would later forgive his behavior. That she had chosen to steal was understandable, but it had been dangerous and foolish. If something had happened to her while they were parted, Louis would have forever blamed himself for having left her alone. Having known her only a short time, Louis had already grown a strong affection for Azalea and even though he didn`t show it much, he cared a great deal.

Hearing her questions made Louis think and wonder about those who had just arrived, but with a small whisper he replied. “This city isn’t far from Andoral`s Reach and the Templars are probably here because they know we will be searching for resources, it is also a good place for them to gather and plan their moves. Come, we should not stay here, it is not safe…” He said with his typical Orlesian accent and took Azalea`s hand, guiding her carefully further into the alley and onto the street behind the inn, then onto another street until they came to the stables.

“It is best we hide and get some rest here oui? The streets are not safe for us at the moment.” Louis said to Azalea with a glance and then led her on through the large stable door, entering a room where they could see horses in their place and a ladder in the corner which lead to the hayloft above.

[Azalea Valdea]

Azalea listened quietly as voices boomed from the courtyard. She felt frightened by their presence, and by their numbers. Yes, Azalea had dealt with a few Templars before, but not this many. There mere thought about how many Templars there were, and how they were now being dismissed to roam around sent a shiver down the young woman's spine. She found that she tightened her hold on Louis' arm, not even realizng she had done so at first. Normally, Azalea put up some sort of cold, calm facade that showed she was fearless, but, that was only in the presence of those who were not mages. With Louis, she could truly express her fear, because after all, Templars were incredibly threatening. And Maker only knows what would happen if they were caught by them.

Despite her anxiety caused by the now patrolling Templars, she at least took comfort in having Louis with her. She wasn't sure she would be able to handle this by herself. She was also glad that she had been partnered with Louis in this little mission, and not just some other mage. He was kind, charming, handsome, and incredibly patient with her. Sure, he had just scolded her over stealing, but, she understood, even if it had unsettled her a bit.

Azalea frowned at Louis' words about the Templars reason for being here, simply because it was logical. "What do you think they will do if they find us?" Azalea whispered, frightened. She believed she knew the answer, but asked the question anyways. Why, she wasn't sure. Azalea let out another little sigh, but it turned into a quiet gasp as Louis took her hand, leading her down the ally, her cheeks coloring slightly from a sudden blush. She followed, allowing Louis to lead her to the stable.

"Yes, perhaps hiding is a good idea..." She said with a nervous laugh, a hunt of guilt in her voice. Azalea looked over to the horses that were in their spots, and fought the urge to go and pet them. Instead, she walked over to the ladder in the corner, and carefully climbed up. Azalea sat down, pulling her knees up towards her chest and she laid her head atop her knees. From outside, she could hear the sound of others walking about, some of them very well could be patrolling Templars. Patiently she waited for Louis, watching the ladder as he climbed up.

"I'm sure the Templars will be searching the city a little more thoroughly since the guards heard about me stealing food." She gave a small, ragged sigh. "I'm sorry, I really am. I shouldn't have been so stupid." The young woman said quietly, fighting back a few guilt ridden tears that welled up from behind her eyes. If they got caught, Azalea truly believes it would be her fault it happened. Azalea hugged her legs closer to her chest, staring out towards the other side of the stable at the wall.

[Senior Enchanter Louis]

Standing in the stable with Azalea and hearing her cautious reply made Louis remember her question about what would happen should the Templars find them, it was a question he wanted to avoid answering, knowing well enough that the Templars didn`t play nice and he believed Azalea knew this, even though he had not said anything. With a light smile he remained silent and kept his gaze on Azalea as he allowed her to climb the ladder first, waiting patiently on the ground until she had settled in above the hayloft.

Then once he moved to grab the ladder, they both could hear people outside, which sounded a lot like Templars patrolling. The adrenaline came rushing to Louis and quickly he climbed up, trying to be as silent he could. It scared him to know that the Templars were so close, but at least they had a place to hide. Lucky for them the stable boy had allowed them to stay there, but it was only if they could stay silent so that his father wouldn`t know. The people in Perendale didn`t like outsiders much, and especially mages who threatened their peace, this was something Louis had quickly noticed when he entered the city and it had been a topic often discussed in the streets between the common folk.

Hearing the footsteps fading in the background, Louis gave a sigh of relief as he moved to sit close to Azalea, before he noticed her sad expression and guilt in her voice. She was apologizing to him because she had stolen and she believed she had caused more trouble than there was, it made Louis realize how harsh he had been on the young woman and it made him guilty too. Carefully he moved closer and placed a hand on her knee, as he at the same time patted her back when he whispered in answer. “No, you are not stupid, nor do you need to apologize, we need the food and there isn’t much else we can do, but steal. Maker forgive our sins, but I am sure he`ll understand. Do not worry pretty face, we`ll be safe here…”He spoke in his Orlesian accent, trying to comfort Azalea as he lifted her head up by touching her chin and cheek gently, smiling at her.

[Azalea Valdea]

Azalea hated this, with a great passion. Why must a mages life be so difficult? It wasn't their fault they were born the way they were after all. And not all mages were evil...and yet, why were they all treated like they were? It was unfair. Perhaps, if the mages win this war...could they truly be free? The mere thought sounded almost ridiculous, and yet, it gave Azalea hope. She wanted future mages to never experience what she, Louis, and all mages had experienced. It was up to them, the present mages, to change the future for their children. She would do whatever it took to ensure the freedom of all mages, even if it meant her dying for it.

But, now was not the time for sure dark thought...and yet, it was hard not to think them. Here she was, or rather, herself and Louis, trapped up in the stable hayloft like caged animals. If they set foot outside, Maker only knows what would happen to them. And her foolish actions from earlier had already unsettled the city guard...but now there were Templars waltzing around the place. She sighed raggedly, and reached towards her neck, and lightly grabbed at a chain that was mostly hidden beneath her robe. Azalea pulled out a small, silver locket that she had since she was a little girl. Her father had given her the locket, and it was the only thing the Templars allowed her to keep from her old, vague life. She often wondered how her family was, if they still remembered her. Azalea had traveled to Redcliffe on many ocassions, but never had the courage to locate her family. She did not wish to get them into any trouble for her being there. It was times like these though where she wished she had at least said hello to them, just to see how they were. She gave another sigh and released the locket, allowing it to lightly bump against her chest as it dropped.

Azalea brought herself back to the present, and watched as Louis came by to sit close to her. He placed a hand on her knee and another on her back, gently patting her in comfort. The gesture caught her off guard, and her amber eyes widened a little bit in surprise. A light, shy smile appeared on her lips though despite that. He started speaking then, trying to assure her that what she had done earlier had been necessary, and that she need not worry, for they would be safe here. His words were comforting, and yet, his last statement brought about a little spark of doubt. How safe were they here truly? The Templars could search up here after all...catch them...take them away to Maker knows where and...

Once again she was wrenched out of her thoughts as she was once more taken by surprise, and caused her heart-rate to quicken almost erratically. Louis touched her face, slightly lifting her head up in a very gentle manner, and he smiled at her so sweetly. This caused an involuntary blush to form on her cheeks, and she smiled back at Louis, still a little shyly. She wasn't so used to being this close to others, and she was unsure how to properly react. She did take a mental note though that close contact with someone wasn't so bad. At least it didn't feel bad with Louis. She reached and placed a hand atop of Louis' that was on her knee and she gave another little smile. It faltered for a moment though.

"Do you really think we are safe up here though?" She whispered, worry in her tone. Louis told her to not worry about it, but, she couldn't help but do so. She listened for a moment outside, and hear nothing at the moment. Azalea looked back at Louis, a mixture of emotions on her face. After a moment though, a somewhat cheery grin came back onto her face. "Of all the people to be stuck up here with, I'm really glad it's you." She said honestly, because it was true. Azalea leaned towards Louis then and wrapped her arms around him in an embrace, unsure what compelled her to do so. It just felt right maybe, or it was impulse, or she was just seeking comfort this way. Again, she did not know, but she did it anyways.

[Senior Enchanter Louis]

Louis touched Azalea`s cheek carefully with the palm of his hand and when she turned to look at him, his gaze met hers. She was beautiful, he thought, and when he noticed her sudden blush and shy smile he could not help it, but to smile even more in return. The moment was perfect and being alone in the warmth with Azalea was something Louis had looked forward too, he wanted to comfort her and tell her that everything would be alright, but knew a lot could happen in Perendale. Then suddenly he felt her hand on top of his, and a shiver of excitement and joy went through him. He had not expected she would touch him, but it felt good to feel her smooth hand upon his.

Intently he listened to the question she asked and in reply he answered back whispering; “I am sure…” moving closer toward her. Then as Azalea wrapped her arms around Louis`s neck and told she was glad to be there with him, he fell in awe and wrapped his arms around her as well, while he continued “And I am glad to be with you.” With that said he pulled her closer and leaned in to make the kiss, falling down into the hay together.

As the morning approached, one could hear birds singing outside and the horses sneeze in the stable. Rays of light came through cracks in the roof, and drops of melted snow created a small pool of water on the ground. The night had been enjoyable, and after hours of fun Louis and Azalea had fallen asleep in each other`s arms. Now they found themselves close tucked together in the big ball of hay, where Louis crept close to Azalea, resting his head upon hers. Then without any warning the doors slammed open, and in came three Templars, all equipped with weapons.

Louis woke up by the sound and silently he moved away from Azalea to look over the edge, hiding his presence the best he could as he watched what unfolded. The Templars was searching the stable from top to bottom and they looked everywhere, Louis then knew it would not take long before they began their search where they were hiding.

“Hey, what is going on here?” The stable owner said as he came rushing in to stop the Templars, but was confronted by one of them. “Please stay away sir, this is Templar business. We have gotten reports that there may be some mages hiding in this city, someone saw two individuals entering here last night.” The Knight-Lieutenant spoke firmly to the owner as he allowed the comrades to search. “This is outrageous, there is no one here!” The owner spoke again and the Templar gave a frown. “We will determine that, now stop away.” He said and ordered two other Templars from the outside to pull the man away.

What fell over Louis as he listened to the conversation was guilt and worry, what had he caused. Never had he expected something like this to happen, because of him both he and Azalea were now in grave danger, and the stable boy he had spoken to earlier could get trouble for this, especially if the owner found out. They had to do something, and that quick.

[Azalea Valdea]

It was funny in a way, despite their current situation, Azalea couldn't help but feel this strange need to be close with Louis. Were things moving rather quickly? Sure, maybe they were. The two mages had only known each other for a brief amount of time. Yet, with the way the world now was, nobody knew how much time they had left. For all Louis and Azalea knew, something could happen to either, or both of them in the next few days, or weeks. Maybe it would be years, but life was uncertain now. Every second should be cherished, and that is exactly what she was doing now. After all, every day could be the last.

She smiled warmly when Louis returned her embrace, and she briefly snuggled her head into the crook of his neck. All the while he was assuring here that they would be alright. And for a moment, Azalea really believed that. Louis then told her that he was glad to be with her too, and it filled her heart with an unexpected happiness. She pulled back slightly so her gaze met his, just as he pulled her closer to him, leaning towards her to kiss and she found herself doing the same. The two then fell into the hay in a warm embrace; both enthralled by what was about to happen.
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Azalea found herself to be waking up, slowly but surely. She could somewhat make out the sounds that were happening around her, particularly the horses. She faintly remembered that she had stayed the night in a stable, which became clear are she noticed the feel of hay beneath her. Azalea then hazily remembered that she had slept with Louis. The two had their fun, their intimacy, and nestled in their makeshift bed, clinging to each other as they slept. She was particularly comfortable in this position. Azalea was curled up beside Louis, her head and face nestled just above his collarbone and her arms around him. He too had held onto her as they slept, and his head gently rested on top of hers as he enveloped her in his warmth.

Such a shame that was so quickly and rudely interrupted.

Azalea heard a door slam open, and heavy, armored feet baring their way into the stable. She felt Louis silently move away from her, and her eyes snapped open in alarm. Her amber eyes followed after Louis as he subtly tried to peek down at the lower level. She felt a sense of dread at the mention of the word Templar. Dear Maker why was this happening?

The girl quietly made her way to Louis' side, a worried frown on her face. "Louis...w-what are we going to do?" She said in a hushed tone, just barely below a whisper. Azalea stared fearfully at the Templars are they searched, and she shivered beside her companion. Why must this happen? They were being searched by Templars as if they were rabid, escaped animals. They had caused no harm in any way...well, besides Azalea stealing perhaps, but that was only to help feed the mages back at the Reach. A sense of anger replaced her fear and dread, and she curled her hands into fists. Why should they have to hide like this? They shouldn't. They were mages! And there were two of them...surely they could win? Azalea turned to Louis then, a grim determination set on her face then. "I think there's only one option here...maybe two" She murmured, glaring down at the Templars. "We fight them. Or distract them long enough to get away." She pondered for a moment, then an idea sparked in her eyes. Azalea looked back at Louis once more, and a mischievous grin spread across her face. "You can run fast I hope?" She asked, still grinning. Azalea felt a prickly of guilt from what she was about to do, mainly for the horses sake, but surely they could escape. Quickly and quietly, Azalea conjured flames that licked about her hands, ready to be used. She raised her hand slightly, and tossed a hungry fireball to the far corner of the stable, erupting it in angry flames. "Come on!" Azalea said a bit louder, grabbing her bad and rushing towards the ladder and sliding down it. She bolted for the door, looking behind her, watching for Louis. The mage was running as fast as she could, hoping Louis was right behind her. She rounded a corner and ducked in behind a small, narrow alleyway, panting heavily and leaning against the wall as she tried to catch her breath.

[Senior Enchanter Louis]

Watching the Templars from the hayloft, Louis stayed silent as he noticed Azalea sneak up beside him and he heard her question, which he answered in a very low voice. “I don`t know…” For the very first time Louis did not know what to do, there was no way for them to escape; they were trapped on the place that was supposed to make them safe. What had he done? He thought, wishing that he had come up with a better hiding spot. Worriedly he looked back at Azalea, fearing the worst, that they would be killed or captured should they be found.

Lying next to her while turning the gaze back at the Templars, Louis could feel how much she shivered and when she came up with the idea that that they should either fight their way out or distract them, he got silent and didn`t know what to answer. Before he knew it, Azalea formed a ball of fire in the palm of her hand and with a grinning look of excitement she put the stable ablaze as she told him to run. Louis wanted to warn her not to do it, although just as he was about to say something it was too late and she slid down the ladder.

The fire she had used as a distraction quickly spread through the hay, and within seconds a dark cloud of smoke started to rise. The horses got scared and wanted out, stamping the feet hard at the ground, demanding freedom. Louis was in shock and awe; he could not believe what just had happened. From where he sat he watched as the Templars desperately tried to get away from the flames and helped the horses, but once he realized he had to hurry he turned to his clothes, took the pants on and slid down to follow.

However before he reached the stable doors, a big piece of wood fell down and blocked the exit. Louis then went desperate and as he began to cough, while he turned around to look for another way out, he discovered the back door. Quickly Louis ran for it, but stumbled once he got out into the snow. It was cold and when he tried to lift himself up, he coughed some more, almost throwing up because of the smoke. As his gaze moved from the snow, Louis spotted a pair of boots in front of him, and when he lifted the gaze higher he discovered there was no chance for him to run any further.

Louis was surrounded, and in front of him stood an angry Knight-Captain, whereas behind him stood eight or nine other Templars, all equipped with weapons ready for use. The horses which had escaped ran off in the background, and the stable owner who earlier had been dragged away from the scene was now witnessing his entire stable burn to the ground. Slowly Louis stood up to face the Templars, holding the remains of his clothes in his arms, waiting for what would come. Then suddenly out of nowhere, Louis got hit in the back of the skull and immediately he fell unconscious.

[Azalea Valdea]

Ah, if Azalea knew how the outcome would be to her makeshift plan, she never would have gone through with it. But, alas, she did not think things through and jumped right into the fray of things blindly. This was more than just foolish, because it wasn't just her own life that was in danger, but now Louis'. But, what's done is done. Up the stable went in flames, causing chaos and disarray. Normally, Azalea felt a sense of pride in her primal ability to conjure up fire at will, but, adrenaline was coursing through her, and she just ran.

When she stopped in the alleyway, her mind began to think logically at this point, not just instinctively. It was only then that she realized what a foolish thing she did, and worry soon filled her mind. A few minutes ticked by and the young woman began to worry more. Where was Louis? Did he run somewhere else because he could not find her? He had been right behind her hadn't he? She didn't actually look when she ran. Azalea felt an inwardly anger towards herself, and she internally scolded herself for once more being far too rash in her decisions. The red haired girl poked her head out from her hiding place, and she scanned the area. A deep frown creased her features. Stupid, stupid. She scolded herself again before emerging from the ally. Azalea decided it was best to back track, and hopefully come across Louis along the way. She prayed the Templars had not found him, and that he had simply ran a different direction. The mage vowed she would search the entire city if she had to just to find him.

She quickly and quietly began to trace her steps back to the stable, which wasn't difficult considering the fact that clouds of blackened smoke billowed from the stable. Onlookers had gathered to watch the event, gathering around like greedy vultures. She stood on her tiptoes to try and see above them, to try and make out Louis from within the crowd. It was a fruitless attempt, but, it didn't hurt to try and look. Azalea backed away, and side tracked away from the crowd, pulling up her hood to conceal her face a bit better, as well as to warm herself a bit from a cold chill that suddenly took hold of her.

Azalea walked along the streets, carefully combing out the area for any signs of the Templars and Louis. She did not have to look far, for soon enough, a group of Templars came into view, one of them having an unconscious figure slung across his shoulders like a ragdoll. To her horror, she recognized the non-moving man as Louis. Azalea clenched her hands into fists as a wild fury enveloped her mind. She was furious at the Templars for having harmed Louis, but even more furious with herself because she had caused this. It shouldn't have been poor Louis having to suffer for what she did. If anyone, it should have been her that was being hauled off. She was the one to burn down the stable, not him. Of course, wouldn't Louis do the same though? Look for her and attempt to help as she planned to now? Surely he would right?

She ducked back behind the building she stood beside, making sure to keep from the Templar's view. Azalea listened as the footsteps grew quieter, and she peeked out to see the last Templar in the group vanish behind another building. It looked like they were heading back to the Duke's Estate...why there though? Oh Maker...isn't that where the Seeker was at currently? What would they do to Louis? Lock him up? Kill him? Make him Tranquil? Azalea shuddered at the mere thought of being Tranquil. It was worse than death, but death wasn't the best out of the three either. Oh how badly Azalea wanted to fight the Templars, to get them to release Louis before they took him into the estate. But, she knew how horribly outnumbered and outmatched she was. Azalea was no fighter, Maker knew that for sure.

Azalea followed, sneaking after the Templars as best as she could, ducking and hiding whenever she needed to. She halted where she was though once the Templars arrive at the estate, filing inside in an orderly fashion. Azalea cursed to herself. How in the Maker's name was she supposed to get inside? There were guards all around the place. An idea came into her mind then...how many guards would be in the back? Well, it wasn't much, but it was something. Azalea hurried around the estate, keeping a safe distance away to avoid being spotted out. She rounded towards the back of the estate, where only one guard stood. Why only one guard? Maybe a few went on break, or wandered off? The Maker seemed to be acting a bit kind towards the mage by only offering up this lone guard as opposition. Now...how to lure him away and get inside...another idea popped into her mind, but, it was a bold idea, but it seemed as good an idea as any at the moment.

The mage climbed up into one of the man trees that stood behind the estate, getting up as high as she possibly could before briefly settling down onto a branch. A ball of flame engulfed her hand and she shot at the neighboring tree, igniting the top, making it look almost like a candle. Azalea peeked out from her tree, watching the guard as he took notice of the fire that blazed out of nowhere. He began to run towards the tree to investigate, and Azalea quickly took the time to snap out a somewhat thick branch that hung above her. As the guard drew near, Azalea slid down from her perch, being as quite as she possible could. The guard stood near the tree, grumbling and wondering how in blazes it caught fire like that. Azalea came up behind the guard, raising her weapon. She jumped, swinging the branch towards the guard's head, which was protected with a helmet, and hit him as hard as she could. The hit naturally did not knock him out or cause him to fall over, but it did cause him to stumble in surprise. Azalea gave a little growl like battle cry and hit him a few more times before the blows began to affect his head. He fell before he could fully draw out his sword to protect himself. Azalea knelt down towards the man, taking a triumphant note that he was indeed unconscious. Now, came the next tricky bit to her plan.

After having carefully stripped the guard of his armor, she donned on the silvery armor, which felt heavy and most certainly a bit too large for her. The man had to have been a good several inches taller than her, a bit larger than her as well, so she had plenty of room inside the armor. She walked around for a minute or so, trying to get use to the clunky armor before braving towards the estate. Azalea entered the door in which the guard had been standing in front of. There inside was another guard, whom looked over as she entered. He quirked a bewildered brow at her.

"Time to switch out already?" He asked walking over. Azalea nodded from behind her mask, hoping that this man did not know the guy who had been wearing this armor. "Ah well...at least it's an easy job." The man gruffed before walking past Azalea and out the door. The disguised mage stood there silently for a moment. Really? Had it been that easy? She blinked a few times in surprise before walking off down the hall. Azalea nodded to other guards who nodded at her first in greeting. So far so good. At the sound of the Templars approach, she had been about to duck behind someplace frantically, but remembered she was safe for the moment in her disguise. A few of the Templars broke away, one of them whom had Louis still slung over his shoulder. The armored men turned off and headed towards a large, wooden door, slamming it open and clunking their way downstairs. Azalea hesitated, having not thought through this part of the plan. How would she get down there without the Templars being suspicious?

[Senior Enchanter Louis]

Having been knocked unconscious, Louis knew not where he was or where he was taken. He neither saw nor heard anything; it was clouded and dark. Then suddenly something cold came over him, and abruptly Louis woke up. Gasping for air in shock, he desperately tried to shake off what had touched him, but when he came back to senses Louis noticed someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over him. It gave him the shivers and he felt bruised, what had just happened? Louis`s wet hair dripped of water and as he sat on the chair, half naked, only wearing pants while his arms were tied together behind his back, he spotted he was trapped in a small dark room with three other standing individuals, two of them was obviously Templars, but the third he couldn`t quite see.

“Good, you are awake…” A voice came from the shadows in front of Louis, but who was it? He wondered and starred curiously forward, not saying a word. However when the person turned around and stepped out of the darkness, Louis recognized the man quickly, it was no other than the Seeker. “Now you can answer some questions, tell me…why are you here?” The man didn`t need to present himself, so much the Mage understood. Seeing the Seeker symbol on the chest was enough and he knew it meant trouble, even the Templars knew.

With a look upon the man, Louis tried to loosen up the rope around his wrist, but couldn`t. He wanted out, and he feared for what had happened to Azalea. Was she alright, had she managed to get away? He hoped she had, although said nothing about it. “What you are trying to do is useless, you cannot escape us, and neither can you use magic in my presence.” The Seeker continued to speak, and then showed Louis what he held. It was a Lyrium idol that dispelled any magic within a radius of four meters, this he knew, because he had seen it before, both inside and outside the circle.

“I will tell you nothing…” Louis said with a whisper as he lowered his head in submission, fearing the worst. “Ha! Oh, but you will. You will tell me everything.” The Seeker spoke with a grinning smile as he looked at Louis, face to face, before he gave the Templar close by a nod and withdrew himself back into the shadows. What followed was something Louis had not expected, from the right came a heavy punch and then from the left another, which continued until the Seeker rose his hand.

Once the Templars was done dealing punishment to the Mage, Louis felt beat up. His nose bled and was probably broken, his cheeks and chin had swollen and his right eye looked red. With the head dangling forward, the Seeker came back. “Perhaps you would like to hear about the woman we found, not long after we captured you.” What he said drew the attention from Louis and with a cold and angry look; he glared at the Seeker, fearing that they had found Azalea. “Oh yes, that’s right, she who ran out of the stable and left you alone. It didn`t take long before my Templars found her, and do you know what they did? Yes, they raped her and then they killed her.” The Seeker provoked, and once he finished the last sentence, Louis could not help it, but to scream out. “Nooo!! You didn`t! You are lying!!! No!! Please, Maker…no….” What came upon Louis then was guilt and sorrow, and as he turned to look away, tears began to form and slowly they ran down his cheeks.

With a pleasant smile, the Seeker stood up straight and answered. “The Maker don`t support sinners such as you apostate, but thank you, you gave us the information we needed. Now we know you two were close and that you maybe aren’t the only mage around here.”

[Azalea Valdea]

Azalea grew anxious as the minutes ticked by. She was careful as to not act too out of the ordinary for whenever guards did pass down the hall. What was going on down there? Questioning Louis? No doubt about that for certain...but was there more to it? Were they hurting him? There was no doubt about that either. The Templars were merciless when it came to mage hunting. Oh sure, there were a few Templars who actually treated the mages kindly, but it was rare to find such kindness now. And from the looks of the Templars here and the Seeker, they did not seem kindly in any way. Azalea chewed at her bottom lip nervously, knowing that every minute she waited to do something, the more Louis could be harmed. But, what could she do?

She began to pace again, desperately trying to search for some sort of idea. She halted however when she heard some unusual sounds from the dungeon. The mage listened, and guilt and anger jabbed at her as the sounds of someone being beaten echoed towards her. No doubt it was poor Louis, being harshly interrogated for answers. She clenched her hands into fists and her body shook with rage. This was all her fault, and Louis was the one to suffer for her mistakes this time. Oh how she wanted to burn this entire wretched place down, but to her better judgement, she did not continue on with that thought. She paced again, clawing at her mind for answers. Azalea froze once more as the sound of agonized screaming filtered out from the tunnel. There was no mistake, it was Louis. She couldn't make out what he was saying, but it sounded very much like he was suffering in some way. Oh Maker, why were they doing this? Azalea felt so guilt ridden that she wanted to cry right then and there, and could feel the tears well up from behind her eyes. What she did then was once again a bit drastic, for she did not think thoroughly about what she would say.

The disguised woman opened the dungeon doors, and forced herself to not go bolting down the stone steps. She attempted an indifferent, cold facade, pretending that what she was hearing didn't phase her in any way. Which, this all did bother her very deeply. She halted a short distance away from the group of Templars, and tried not too look so horrified at the sight of a beaten and bloodied Louis whom was strapped to a chair. She stood as tall and straight as she could, trying to be official looking as possible.

"Seeker, ser, the Duke requests your presence." Azalea blurted out, trying to disguise her voice so it sounded deeper than it actually was. the Seeker turned towards Azalea, scowling slightly. "Yes? What does he want then?" He asked, raising a brow at her. The mage silently gulped as she tried to think of some excuse. "Aren't you a little short to be a guardsman?" The Seeker questioned in a teasing manner, yet there was a hint of skepticism as well. Azalea managed a laugh, though it sounded slightly shaky. "Not too short it would seem ser." She said in a joking manner. "Er, the Duke sent me to inform you that his men may have possibly found another hideout for a couple of apostates. He requires your presence." Azalea spoke, repeating herself. The Seeker grumbled and frowned at her words. "These foolish mages believe they can hide from us? We'll see about that. Leave this apostate here. He is not fit to escape." He said confidently before turning and making his way up the stairs, his Templars following after. Azalea followed as well to make her seem less suspicious. The Seeker and his Templars turned to the right, making their way to the Duke's quarters. Azalea feigned going to the left, making it seem like she was going back to her duties. She waited until the coast was clear before making her way back down into the dungeon.

Quickly, Azalea came down the steps, back to where Louis sat tied up, beaten and dripping wet. She rushed over, the feeling of her guilt increasing tenfold it seemed like. "L-Louis? Louis are you ok?" The mage asked in a hushed, worried whisper. "Oh Maker, Louis I'm so sorry...I shouldn't have been so stupid. Maker's breath you look terrible." Azalea murmured, her voice starting to grow thick with emotion. She walked behind Louis' chair and began to work with the ropes tied around his hands. She took out the small dagger that the original owner of this armor had, and began to cut away at the rope. "We haven't got much time...can you walk? I can patch you up once we're safe but we have to go now." Azalea still said quietly, walking back in front of Louis, kneeling down slightly, ready to help him up should he need it.

[Senior Enchanter Louis]

“You mean that you didn`t know?” Louis said with an angry look back at the Seeker, feeling that he just had betrayed Azalea by telling them about her. “Of course not, but now we do. And when we find her, she`ll get what she deserves.” The Seeker replied firmly with a satisfied smile, thinking highly of himself. “And you all do this because you think this will end the sins of man, you are wrong…there will always be sinners, you sin when you slaughter innocent mages, when you hunt and kill their families! Just because you think you`re right! You have even parted from the Chantry, you are outlaws! None cares, not the Maker himself!” Louis said with a strong Orlesian accent as he spoke in anger, wanting to teach the Seekers and the Templars a lesson once and for all. Then suddenly another punch was delivered to Louis`s face, although this time it was from the Seeker himself who had grown frustrated. “Blasphemy!” He gnarled back.

As Louis went silent and hung with the head on the side, blood began to drip from his open mouth. The punch had hit him hard, but it only made him angrier. Just as Louis was about to reply again, the door opened and in stepped a short looking Templar. Louis turned the gaze to watch what was happening, yet he did not realize it was Azalea who had just entered the room, the Templar had a deep voice and he couldn`t see the person`s face because of the helmet. However hearing that the Duke demanded the Seeker`s presence was great news, good riddance, Louis thought to himself and when the Seeker and the Templars left, he watched.

Being left alone in the dark got silent, and as Louis sat there thinking about life and those he loved, Azalea kept appearing in his thoughts. He had just known her for a few weeks, and already had he enveloped strong feelings for her. It was not his normal behavior, he knew, but there was something about her that made him feel different. The night they had spent on the hayloft had sort of just happened, and it had been great, one of the best nights in his life, and right now he wished he was again back to that moment. If he only could hold around Azalea once again, he would have, although his future seemed grim and there wasn`t much he could do, he just hoped she had managed to escape the city by now.

In silence as Louis felt weak, beaten up, he noticed the door suddenly opened again. From what he could see it was the short Templar who returned, what was going to happen? Had the Seeker sent someone to end his life, was this it? He sure didn`t know and he wanted out, but then it became clear, it was Azalea. She was alive! And dressed in Templar armour no doubt, what a surprise he thought and smiled to himself. For a moment he had believed he would never see her again, yet here she was. “Azalea…”He whispered in a weak manner, not quite certain if he was hallucinating or if it was real “What are you doing here?” Louis continued asking, but it was obvious she was there to help him out and within a moment she had untied his ropes. “It is so great to see you again…”

With his hands and legs free, Louis`s head fell forward and onto Azalea`s shoulder. When he noticed she was there for real, he embraced her and kissed her neck, before he answered her question whether he could walk or not. “I can try…”