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Warning: There are spoilers from Dragon Age: Inquisition and the dlc Trespasser in this book, some pretty big ones. If you don't want to see them, then don't read this book.

Note to readers: So, I wasn't going to post this until after I finished Final Hour and the book following it, Forgotten Embers since my Inquisitor is in both. However, I have been doing a lot of research on the lore for my youtube videos and need to go back through Final Hour again because otherwise it will bug me. Until I figure out how to write it, here my is my after Trespasser story. Also, there are going to be flashbacks to just before the conclave and after as the story progresses. I don't want to retell Inquisition but there are some moments I would like to add so people understand Mahvir's thoughts and what happened a little better.

Also, no paring. My Inquisitor didn't romance anyone. It will become clear to as why as the story progresses. While my Inquisitor didn't pair with anyone, I like DoriBull and Dagna and Sera together too much to not have them as couples. I know it's impossible to get this in game without romancing someone but it is still fun to imagine they would end up together no matter what.

I hope you enjoy this story. And if you do, please leave a review.

Thank you,
Flame

A cold breeze flew up from the mountain to the balcony. The hallow sleeve flapped against Mahvir's side, his gaze locked on the distant scar marking where the breach had once swirled through the clouds.

The threat which had brought all of them together was two years defeated. The Inquisition was no longer needed. Today marked the final day any of them would spend in Skyhold.

"Is something on your mind?" the elegant Nevarran accent sounded behind Mahvir.

"Afternoon, Cassandra." Mahvir turned to her. "It's going to be harder to find Solas with all of us splitting up," he mused. "That was all I was thinking about."

"Well, we'll figure it out." Cassandra stepped to stand beside him. Her gaze also locked on the scar in the sky. "We always do."

The wisp of flickering green could barely be seen through the layers of clouds.

"Did Varric give you a copy of his latest book?" Cassandra asked after a long silence between them.

Mahvir chuckled. "I believe he wanted you to get it and read the book first."

"But it is about us," Cassandra stated. "I thought he would have made certain to give you copy as well."

"I've only read a few of his books," Mahvir pointed out. "You're more a fan of his work than I, Cassandra."

Cassandra flushed a little and cleared her throat.

"There you are, my dear."

"Enchanter Vivienne." Cassandra turned to the Enchanter. The two looked at each other.

"It is a shame you two hide up here while a lovely soiree progresses below."

Cassandra snorted.

Mahvir chuckled. "It's hardly a soiree, Vivienne, more a farewell for old friends."

"True, especially with the way Sera is eating," Cassandra agreed with slight disgust.

Mahvir cross his near empty chambers to the desk there. He pulled out a bottle of wine from one of the drawers then took out three glasses. He held up the wine.

"I hope that is the best from Antiva, darling." Vivienne seated herself on the couch, the movement as elegant as ever.

"I wouldn't dream of keeping any other." Mahvir bowed his head to her. He poured the dark red wine into a glass for Vivienne. "Cassandra?" He lifted the bottle.

The seeker eyed the bottle. "Isn't there wine in the main hall."

"My dear seeker, how can you compare such a delicacy to what Iron Bull brought?"

"Perhaps it is a difference in taste," Mahvir teased Cassandra and Vivienne.

Vivienne looked at him, both her eyebrows raised. "My dear Inquisitor, I have seen you drink what Iron Bull thinks is good. You only pretended to like it."

Mahvir coughed and picked up her glass. "Yes, well, after the first taste I believe my taste buds were numb to it."

"A bad brew tends to do that," stated the enchantress as she accepted her glass from Mavhir. "Thank you, darling." She took a sip of the glass and closed her eyes as if to savior it. "I can always count on you to find the best Antivan wines."

A soft laugh came from Mahvir. "Though I doubt Josephine was too pleased when I used some of the few funds we had left to buy this."

"Ah, she will after she has a taste of it." Vivienne lowered her glass. Her gaze now intent on Mahvir. "What are your plans now?"

"We are going to look for people Solas doesn't know," Cassandra stated.

"That is far from what I meant." Vivienne gave a dismissive wave of her hand. "I doubt the Inquisitor will be accompanying you to rebuild the seekers or me for rebuilding the circle."

Mahvir settled himself behind his desk. He poured his own glass of wine. "I plan on traveling then returning to my clan for a bit. There are a few within the clan I've missed over the past few years." He let out a long breath. "Though, I doubt I will remain long."

"It would be wise to take a few still loyal to you with you, my dear."

Mahvir chuckled. "I'm no longer the Inquisitor, Madam Vivienne."

"None the less, the dangers still remain. You can't afford to be lax, my dear."

The door closed below. "My, what's this, I come looking for the Inquisitor and find a small party happening here without me." Dorian appeared.

"Sorry, Dorian, I should have considered how much we would all miss your presences," Mahvir teased. He poured the new magister a glass.

"I know, how can you stand not having me around, Inquisitor?"

"We managed somehow," Cassandra stated in dry tones.

"Dorian, dear, now you're a real magister, I hope you don't—"

"Don't even think about finishing that sentence." Dorian crossed the room and took a glass of wine.

"My, you don't even know what I was going to say." Vivienne hid her smile behind her hand.

Dorian gave Vivienne an even look then whispered to Mahvir, "Most likely some taunt about my homeland."

"Most likely," Mahvir agreed then cleared his throat.

"My dear Inquisitor, I do hope you're not falling under his sway."

Cassandra sighed.

Mahvir smiled and took a sip of his wine instead of replying. In the end, he would miss every one of his companions, advisors, and the people who had aided in the Inquisition. Yet, he had known this day would come. It was best to savior the company of his closest friends before leaving. For, he would never again see them as he was now. Their next meeting, they might not even be able to recognize him as the former Inquisitor, let alone as their friend.

"All this merry gathering is missing is Bull and the others," Dorian stated as he settled himself in a chair beside Mahvir's desk.

"I take it he and Sera are in a drinking contest?" Mahvir asked.

"Yes, with that dribble they call good."

"You couldn't stop drinking it, if I recall," Vivienne stated.

"The taste was so strange I couldn't stop myself from wondering if the next drink would be just as bad as the first."

"Well, you had best not degrade this fine wine." Vivienne took another sip of her wine.

"I know good wine," Dorian retorted with elegance.

Mahvir leaned back in his seat, enjoying the sharp banter between the two mages.

Cassandra let out a sharp sigh. "I believe I will return to the party." She strode towards the steps. "Inquisitor, when your ready you should join the others." Her gaze traveled over the two mages.

"Thank you, Cassandra."

The seeker nodded once more and set off down the steps.

"My, did we just scare the seeker away."

"More like you did," Vivienne stated.

Mahvir chuckled.

"When are we leaving this dreadful place?" A voice whispered through Mahvir's mind annoyed.

"Soon, Deceit."

"Good, I want my own body back and no more ache without a wing… hand, arm?" A soft snap sounded through him. "Besides I hate taking on all your pain so you can play the role of a normal elf." She was a demon of deceit so it was unclear if she meant what she said or not.

"You had best remember your promise to come visit me in Tevinter," Dorian pulled Mahvir from his internal conversation.

"What could he possibly want with a land of sharks," Vivienne interjected. "The new circle will be far more civilized."

Mahvir smiled. "I promise, I will visit the both of you."

"Yes, it had best be me first," Dorian stated. "I can't imagine you depriving yourself of my presence for long."

"How ever will he manage?" Vivienne teased.

Mahvir finished his glass. "We should return to the party." He lowered the empty glass to the desk before he recorked the bottle.

"A shame we must leave such a fine drink."

"Do you honestly want Sera to drink it all, Enchanter?" Dorian asked.

"It is simply a shame." She stirred the rest of her drink by moving the glass before she finished the last of it.

Mahvir replaced the bottle in the desk before he stood and followed the two down the tower back to the main hall where the party was in full swing.

By the time he reached the hall, Sera was passed out on the floor and Iron Bull was roaring with laughter.

"You found him, Kadan, about time." He wiped his arm across his face. "Come one, Inquisitor there will be nothing left you don't get to feasting."

Mahvir eyed the food. "I'm fine, Bull, I ate before going upstairs."

Iron Bull snorted. "I've seen what you eat, Inquisitor." He lifted a leg and bit into it.

"I see you won the drinking competition with Sera." Mahvir crossed over to their table, careful of the friend passed out there.

Blackwall smiled. "Come now, Inquisitor, did you think Bull would lose."

"Never doubted." Mahvir settled himself into a free seat at the table with the two warriors and passed out rouge. Varric was seated at the other end of the table deep in conversation with Dagna and Harret. From bits of the conversation it sounded like they were discussing Dagna's and Harret's shop in Denerim.

"Hey, Inquisitor," Dagna looked over at Mahvir. "You need to stop by now that the Inquisition has been disbanded. I might have a little something for you if it's in a month or so." She grinned, eyes sparkling with excitement and her normal enthusiastic energy.

"Thank you, Dagna." Mahvir returned her smile. "I look forward to seeing your shop for the first time."

"Yeah, like you're ever going to see it," Deceit muttered in his mind.

Dagna beamed.

"It will be nice to see you every now again," Harret added.

"And don't forget you now have an estate in Kirkwall," Varric added.

"How can I?" Mahvir teased. "You point it out every chance you get." Mahvir looked to Blackwall. "I would go to Anderfels, but somehow I doubt the Grey Wardens would be so welcoming."

Blackwall grinned. "They'd be for you, Inquisitor. But where are you going to find the time to visit all of us?"

Mahvir laughed. "Now there's the trick."

"We should have a reunion every few years to catch up," Bull stated. He pulled Dorian towards him. "It would force you out of the Imperium, Kadan."

Dorian smiled. "One can hope."

The night passed with all of them talking one last time. It seemed all too short for Mahvir. He was soon mounting the steps towards his chambers for the very last time.

Mahvir got up to the room and moved to the desk. He pulled a tattered bag from one of the drawers. Mahvir touched the bag. It appeared flat; yet, could carry anything without ever gaining bulk.

Mahvir placed his armor into the bag. It didn't have any effect on the bag and the armor vanished within. He placed one of his daggers on his waist before slinging the bag over his shoulder. He had to leave tonight.

The light of the moons glittered off the crystal Dorian had given him. It rested on the desk. For a moment Mahvir just looked at the crystal.

"Leave it," Deceit snapped in his mind.

Mahvir ignored her and picked up the crystal. He wanted to keep one promise to them even if he could never keep the others he had made to visit them.

Deceit let out a clicking hiss. "Fine, let's not get out of here."

"I get. You're tired of sharing my body." Mahvir moved to the balcony he looked out over the mountains.

The lights below shimmered against the growing night. It was time to leave then, before his people fell future to Solas's plan. In order to counter Fen'Harel, Mahvir couldn't remain as the Inquisitor or the person those he cared about here knew on sight. It was time to leave.

A small breath escaped him. Mahvir turned from the balcony. There was no leaving a note, no explaining why he had left in the middle of the night; no nothing. The only one he could speak with again was Dorian.

Lies and deceit, that was all the past few years had been. A grand manipulation.

Mahvir started down the steps. The cool night wrapped around him as he exited the keep. None of the guards noticed him as he slipped through the shadows, across the bridge, and out onto the mountainside.

Mahvir paused only once the gate closed behind him. He turned to look one last time at Skyhold. "Farewell, my friends, and forgive me," he whispered. Then, he turned and walked into the deepening night.