Let's not keep him waiting.

Ilyanna hurries through the halls.

"If I ever meet the man who moved the Ferelden Circle of Magi into a fucking tower-" she mutters angrily.

"It was originally built by the Avvars, one of the many tribes of humans who first settled Ferelden. With some help from the Dwarves, they built this fortress and others like it to hold back the Tevinter Imperium's advances onto their lands, for all the good it did them," A voice says, "But when the Circle of Mages in Denerim was destroyed, they decided to relocate here. I believe it was under the supervision of First Enchanter Elias the Wise."

"Wait, Michael? is that you?"

"Indeed. As I said, I am here with you," the voice says, "I can see the world through your eyes, hear it through your ears, and feel it through your skin. And by the way, I would duck if I were you."

"What?" she asks aloud.

"WATCH OUT!" she hears a voice say.

Mere moments before it would have exploded across her face, Ilyanna dodged the poorly aimed Fireball.

"Thank's for the warning," she thinks.

"You're welcome."

"Watch where you throw those things Evan!" she shouts.

"Sorry!"

Undeterred, Ilyanna pressed on, and it wasn't long before she arrived at her destination. Although, perhaps she was not meant to arrive as quickly as she did. Three men were standing in the First Enchanter's quarters, arguing about something.

"-many have already gone to Ostagar! Wynne, Uldred, and more than half the Senior Mages! We've committed enough of our own to this war effort," says Knight-Commander Greagoir.

"'Our own?' Since when have you felt such Kinship with Mages, Greagoir?" says the quiet but forceful voice of First Enchanter Irving, leader of the Ferelden Circle of Magi, "Or perhaps you are afraid to let them out from Chantry supervision where they can actually use their Maker-Given powers?"

"How dare you suggest-"

"Gentlemen, please," says the third man, the only one you don't recognize, "Irving, someone is here to see you."

"Hm?" Irving says, turning towards the door.

"You wanted to see me?" Ilyanna asks.

"Ah!" he says, his demeanor changing instantly, "If it isn't our newest sister in the Circle. Come, child."

"This is...?" The third man asks.

"Yes, this is she."

"Well, Irving, It seems you are... busy. We'll continue this discussion later," the Knight-Commander says.

"Of course," Irving replies, "Now where was I...? Oh yes, Ms. Surana, meet Duncan, of the Grey Wardens."

"Ilyanna Surana," she said, bowing slightly.

"Ah, Duncan. Knight Commander of the Ferelden Grey Wardens."

"Wait, you know him?"

"I know of him. He is... well. You'll see."

"May I ask, what brings a Grey Warden here?" Ilyanna asks.

"Grey Wardens go where they are needed," the man says, and though his words seem cold, there is a warmth to his voice that drives the respect of those around him.

"You've heard about the war brewing to the south, I expect?" Irving asks.

"I have," Ilyanna says, "So, am I to guess that that is why you have come? And from what I heard earlier, it would seem you are recruiting."

Duncan smiles.

"She's just as smart as you said she is, Irving."

"Of course she is. I would hardly take a fool as my personal apprentice."

"Your words do me great kindness, First Enchanter. Though, I would surmise this is not the reason you called me?"

"Ah! You are right, my dear. I wished to congratulate you on a successful end to last night's ordeal," he says, "Your Harrowing is behind you, your phylactery has been sent to Denerim, and you are now officially a Mage within the Circle."

"In case you were worried about that phylactery bit, don't be. When our bond was created, I went ahead and broke its connection to you."

"Thank you, I was just about to ask that."

Irving motions to a small package on his desk, and it flies to his hand.

"May I present to you your Mage Robes, your Staff, and a ring bearing our insignia. You have earned them," he says warmly.

Ilyanna takes them gingerly in her hands. Despite her apparent arrogance and the events of her Harrowing, this truly was something she had looked forward to for a long time.

"Though I will remind you of something. It goes without saying that you will not discuss the Harrowing with those who have yet to undergo the rite."

"Of course sir."

"Now then, take your time to rest, or study in the library. The day is yours."

"Thank you, sir."

"I will return to my chambers," Duncan says.

"Of course. Child, would you be so kind as to escort Duncan to the guest chambers?"

"It would be my pleasure."

"Now, if you'll both excuse me, I have matters to discuss with Greagoir," Irving says with resignation, as well as a touch of disdain.

As he walks off, Ilyanna turns to Duncan.