It has been a long and hard few weeks on the outside. James and his small crew of Templars and other former Chantry soldiers arrives back at Ortan Thaig looking worn and hungry, so even the simple pleasures of the Inquisition base look like the Maker welcoming them home.

James himself headed straight for the run-down little hut on the far end of the thaig, hauling with him a long branch with bright green leaves upon it. He rapped on the door, and waited for an answer.