Meeting with the elf

It would be an uneventful three weeks for the Inquisition, mostly the odd-end diplomatic meeting and council meeting with your advisors as you went about getting Ferelden and Orlais back in order and strengthening the Inquisition's influence and power as usual.

The only things breaking the monotony were the occasional reports of skirmishes with wild Darkspawn wandering far from their herds or nesting grounds, often easily handled by strengthened and disciplined patrol, and in the midst of this temporary peace, your ongoing efforts to revitalize the Hinterland were starting to prove fruitful.

Villagers from all walks of life who escaped the chaos of the Mage-Templar wars or the Venatori's clutches have begun to return to their old homes again to rebuild their lives. Farmers tilting their land, merchants peddling their wares, blacksmiths repairing and making weapons again, and so on.

A massive effort for reconstruction was also underway for villages, towns and cities that were devastated by the war - no fewer than dozens of them throughout both countries, all **** for a ray of light shining through the darkness.

And it was the Inquisition that burned bright through the darkness clouding everyone's lives.

Abandoned forts were quickly rebuilt and reoccupied with Inquisition soldiers for patrolling and quick deployment, the best masons called in to upgrade them with the best defenses available. With Inquisition soldiers and aid and the swift dispatching of roaming bandits and cruel Mages, Templars and Venatori, the villagers were never on better terms with the Inquisition, promising to send a portion of their every harvest as sign of gratitude for the security you provided.

As for the Lords of the lands, a quick threat from Anora caused most of the them to fall in line. She was unusually fierce and chastising of the nobility at the recent Bannorn meeting in Denerim, and her fiery oration would **** them to comply in helping the Inquisition, lest they risk losing standing in the court.

Well, most of the Bannorn did.

Some prominent Lords and Ladies - which you suspect aligned themselves with Arl Eamon of Redcliffe - took the threat callously.

Too bad for them; you just could not wait for the big reveal that it will make all the opposition shit their pants, realizing that they have been outsmarted so badly they would be too ashamed to keep their titles.

A similar course of events was also transpiring in Orlais, and what was once a ravaged, war-torn country now teemed with life. Villagers and nobles returned to work on their lands, and a massive reconstruction effort primarily funded by the Inquisition was underway; roads and houses were built, and fortresses, towns, villages and cities were being refortified and garrisons replenished with fresh recruits.

Blacksmiths and engineers worked overtime, churning out new sets of weapons and armour by the crateful to arm their armies and fortresses, so they may never be caught off-guard by such a catastrophic attack again.

"And this, Inquisitor, is a letter from an Elven representative of her Clan in the Brecilian Forest," Said Josephine, "She goes by the name of Keeper Lanaya. She and other representatives of Clan Kemith wish to meet you to discuss something of great import."

Your face scrunched in deep concentration as you scavenge the depths of your mind to remember who she was.

'Lanaya... Lanaya...' You thought, 'Oh yes, she was Keeper Zathrian's apprentice until a few years ago.'

You remember that Clan Kemith had trouble repelling a tribe of ferocious werewolves that attacked them daily, and it was all they could do to hold them off. When your party came, you found out through length investigation that the werewolves were actually Humans, cursed by Zathrian and bound to a forest spirit for causing the deaths of his son and daughter. A pitched argument followed, but eventually, Zathrian decided to accept responsibility for bringing this threat to his people, and so ended the curse, causing him and the forest spirit to die and release the Humans from their curse.

Clan Kemith threw a celebration for their freedom from Zathrian's curse, and to remember all the good things he had done for their people. A sizeable majority of the freed Humans, meanwhile, under contested argument, were eventually adopted by Clan Kemith as penance for their actions, whilst the remainder left to seek refuge in other Human communities.

And while the others celebrated, you snuck into her Aravel and proceed to fuck her brains out. You remember how she writhed every time you pistoned inside her, her tightly clenching pussy causing you to cum inside her five times that night.

'Heh...good times,' You thought, smiling at the memory.

Josie giggled when she looked at you; you've always had a bad habit of making weird faces at good memories.

"Is this Lanaya one of your earlier conquests, Aedan?" She said, her eyes all too knowing.

"You could say that... I was still a Grey Warden at the time and tried to adapt to the Darkspawn's blood. Let me tell you, it just hit different when it comes to stamina."

Josie burst into laughter, saying, "Alright, that's enough. I know where this is going, so save it for another time. As I was saying, she and the others want to meet with you in a few days' time in the Brecilian forest."

"Alright, tell them I accept their request," You said, "And by the way, you're coming with me."

"Because you want me to smoothen things and not let you screw up?" Asked Josie.

"Because I feel more reassured when you're with me there," You said, winking devilishly.

"Oh you," Said Josie, "That's exactly the same thing."

A few days later, you and Josie with a small company of guards arrive at the edge of said forest, imposing like a mountain range with its mammoth trees lined up like an army of nature's sentries.

"Just the way I remember it," You said.

"So this is the Brecilian Forest," Said Josie, "I have to admit, it does make me feel small."

"I know that feeling," You said, then move to trot at the front of the entourage, shouting into the forest itself, "Hear me, Dalish of Clan Kemith, I am Inquisitor Aedan Cousland, come to entreat with Keeper Lanaya at her request!"

You hold up the scroll high, showing your personal seal, and you notice movement in the treeline as Elven scouts take up positions. Soon, a lone scout emerges from the shadows, politely and gracefully bowing to you.

"Aneth ara, Inquisitor," She said, "I am Mithra, and I thank you for coming as soon as possible."

"Aneth ara, Mithra. Likewise," You said, "Please, take me to your Clan's campsite."

"As you command, Inquisitor," Said Mithra.