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Antius calmly waited for the woman to catch her breath. From her uneven breathing and panicked eyes, as well as her stance, he could perceive that she was exhausted, from running most likely. He frowned a little as she mentioned Teyrn Loghain's men. It wasn't often that a mage and an elf got involved with a man of such high stature. Nonetheless, the pleading in her eyes was sincere and she did not have the look of a Maleficar. Nonetheless, he stepped forward and checked her arms before nodding in satisfaction that there were no self-inflicted cuts. She didn't practice blood magic then. So, he helped her over to the fire and sat her down, attempting a friendly smile at her.

"It is alright. I will not turn you in. You seem like you have an interesting story to tell and Circle Magi such as myself are notorious gossips," he told her with a kind smile before handing her his cup of elfroot tea and gesturing at his tent, an old shabby thing that nonetheless still had working wounds to ward off the worst of the weather, Maker bless the Tranquil, "If you hear anything, hide in there. There are few mundanes that dare to enter a Mage's tent. Few mundane humans, anyway. I hear that Dalish elves have less superstitions regarding Magic, considering that each clan is led by a Keeper, a formidable Mage in their own right."

The scholar frowned a little, thinking back at what she said. The King had fallen in Ostagar? That was troubling. Every history book he read where a King died leaving no heir, bloody civil war followed and if there really was a Blight... The Chantry wouldn't allow the Mages to flee the Circle Tower. Maybe the Templars, but they were little better than Mages in a way, tools for the Chantry. And tools could be left to die if there was justification. But then, a more terrifying thought occurred to him.

"If the Darkspawn succeed, then all this land's lost knowledge will be gone forever!" he exclaimed in horror.