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The house was small, dark, humble - nothing like what he would have expected. And yet the village was untouched by the war ravaging around it - nestled in the mountains as it was. Whispers of the apostates had reached him, so difficult to track, no one was willing to name them, or tell him where they had gone. Not even his most expensive contacts had been forthcoming. In the end he'd had to bribe and cajole those few in the Chantry who were not hiding or desperate. The glass vial they carried had cost more than the most expensive piece in the Starkhaven treasury.
It had been worth it.
He was still skilled enough to break in on his own, but he wasn't prepared for magic, even with his Templar companion. Not prepared for her magic, any way, which always had the element of the uncertain about it, as though she'd been half rogue rather than all mage.
The Templar died silently, the poisoned b