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everybody loves the HINTERLANDS!

WHO: Anyone
WHAT: A brief detour through Ferelden prior to the Kirkwall move
WHEN: Late Drakonis/early Cloudreach
WHERE: The Hinterlands & Redcliffe
NOTES: A lot of people were interested in stopping by the Hinterlands, so that's what this is! Everyone who might be assigned or would volunteer to go work here is welcome. Treat it like an open plot log. Just without a plot. (Also please note that the dragon mentioned here can't actually be found or hunted.)

They say that no one can take Ferelden without first taking Redcliffe, whose eponymous castle guards the mouth of the largest pass through the Frostbacks to Orlais. Maybe that's why the Inquisition is still here, well over a year after the last skirmish between rebel mages and renegade Templars. Making sure it doesn't fall again. (Or that if it does fall, more skeptical locals whisper, to make sure it falls to them.)

Whatever the cause, the green, hilly country around the village remains dotted with manned Inquisition camps, and there's plenty of work to justify a trip down out of the Frostbacks. The Hinterlands are overflowing with elfroot and other useful herbs, which is good, since the healers never seem to have enough. Hunting spring game serves the dual purpose of feeding the locals and supplying the Inquisition with leather for armor and weapons. For a different kind of hunting, there are still bandits and highwaymen taking advantage of travelers on the King's Road and in need of periodic reminders that the rule of law has been restored, sort of, mostly. And for all the progress that's been made toward rebuilding homes and replanting fields, there are still some locals struggling to regain why the war took from them—which isn't at all helped by a dragon that's taken up residence nearby, stealing livestock and scorching fields.

Not glamorous work, any of it. But on the upside, it's an opportunity to thaw out. The flowers are in bloom. The skies are clear. The water flowing through the rivers and creeks into Lake Calenhad is brisk, not too icy, and when the sun is out it's warm enough to swim. And the village sports a tavern and a number of merchants—many of whom are just there to sell fish, but not all of them. Not only fish.

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Kain examines the damage left behind closely. He tries to follow its path as much as he can manage, but even that seems to be a futile task. Though there are some few clues left behind that he can see.

"She had quite a feast here. At some point she does seem to have had her fill, though, at least for now. And I can see roughly where she'd have taken off again..." Directing his gaze skyward, Kain eagerly scans for any sign of the dragon. What he wouldn't give for a proper battle against a high dragon. He's tangled with all the other sorts, the less rare kinds and the young, but facing one of the pinnacle of their species... he wants this so much...

"I certainly hope she's had her fill, given how recent the evidence." They don't need her picking off more to sate her appetite. Inessa pauses to cough as Garahel sniffs around, grunting whenever he's found something he thinks they should see. Though really, it's all variations on a theme at this point; clawed ground, smeared blood, and so on.

"Let me finish quenching the fires around here and we can move to the next on her trail of destruction. However, I should note that we might not be able to pursue her, Kain. She has a significant head start." And Inessa is not prepared for a dragon-battle, nor is Garahel.

"It seems that way. Some of these are really picked apart, barely anything left... but over here it seems like she left more behind..." He sighs. If she did satisfy her appetite, then it's unlikely she'll be back around for more anytime soon. That's too bad in Kain's way of seeing it.

But he peers toward the sky again, as if he can stubbornly will the dragon to show up yet again.

"She does, but that doesn't mean it's impossible... Perhaps we ought to have approached this from the air ourselves..." If they'd taken Potato and gotten on the trail sooner, maybe they'd have been able to catch the dragon. As it is... it seems unlikely now. Kain looks toward Garahel. "Let's keep exploring while she finishes dealing with those fires."

"Let's not subject Potato to the wrath of a high dragon, Kain. That would never end any way other than poorly." Yes, Potato is skilled, but still. High dragon versus a griffon? The griffon would lose, even if it's just an attempt to track it, the dragon in question could take that personally.

As she summons more ice, Garahel trots over to Kain and licks his hand, ready to investigate alongside him. "Don't go too far; I won't be occupied very long." Hopefully, though it depresses her a little that even with the firefighting, there isn't much worth saving in the area.

"I mean more for tracking purposes, but your point is well taken. Still, the problem remains... we cannot possibly chase a dragon from the ground." And trying to figure out the whereabouts of her lair may take a long time, time which they probably don't have. Kain would love to spend his time hunting down a dragon, but the Wardens are his priority, and the Inquisition after that. There's too much that must be done.

Kain gives Garahel some head scratches in return for the lick, and nods. "All right... we'll just see whether there's much to be found... any hint whatsoever will be useful right now." Not that he's too hopeful. It's not as if the dragon is about to scratch our a map in the ground with its claws, noting its next destination. Sigh.

Inessa nods and moves further off, looking away every time evidence of the dragon's meal is passed, in favor of snuffing those flames that might spread. Once the field is practically covered in ice, she'll head back in their direction, stifling a sigh. Her hair is going to carry the scent of smoke and roasted ram until she has a chance to wash it out.

"I've done what I can, it shouldn't spread from here. But that doesn't mean that there isn't danger from the trail it's left us. We should move onward, unless you've found something...?"

Kain is bent over some of the charred remains, studying them intently, looking at the way in which the grass was bent in places where the dragon very clearly touched ground. It's easy enough to piece together where she'd landed, where she'd simply blasted the area... but none of this helps for tracking.

"Nothing. I can follow her movements more or less for when she was here, but once she took to the sky... at that point, she becomes untraceable." It's a serious let down for sure. "I wish we could track her further... over a larger area, perhaps more clues about her hunting patters would reveal themselves... clues that would lead to her lair."

"She had nesting grounds not far from the village, or at least I was told such. But given the passage of time, she's likely to have moved on from that particular spot." A very good thing, since an Inquisition camp was also nearby and Inessa didn't want to think about casualties, civilian or otherwise.

"We'll gather what clues we can and pass them on the scouts before we leave the area. I know it doesn't seem like much, but it will aid in the long run."

"Very likely. Unfortunately. Well... no, not unfortunately. It's good she's gone from this area, it takes the threat away. It's just unfortunate for tracking purposes." He'd hoped a little that there would be a dragon fight to come of this. They probably would have needed another extra person or two on hand, of course, but it would have been worth it.

He sighs but nods. "There's only so much to be found here, but perhaps the scouts will learn more and give us a better lead."

"We might learn more at the next Inquisition camp, though I make no promises." When Garahel returns to her side, Inessa strokes him soothingly. "There will be dragons in the Free Marches as well, I assure you. Ferelden doesn't claim them all, nor would we want that."

"I hope so. On both those accounts. That we learn more, especially as our time here is limited... and that we also find what dragons are lurking to the north." He's disappointed he didn't have more opportunities lately to encounter any, though who knows? Perhaps that really will change.

Inessa's demeanor because a bit more subdued as she nods in agreement to that. "I cannot say I'm looking forward to Kirkwall itself, but the Free Marches at large are relatively unknown to me. I should look forward to the opportunity to learn and explore."

This probably isn't the right time or place to unload her misgivings about the move, even if all signs point to the dragon not returning. Nor does she want to spread discontent, when she has every intention of bucking up and dealing with it. But the thought of being a mage in such a place has her inwardly nervous, and it's difficult to explain to one not connected to the Fade as she. "...right, let's continue. The situation isn't going to resolve itself here."

Kain nods agreement. "I've visited there long ago, but I haven't really been back since I've been a Warden. I'm also less familiar with it." It's a little daunting heading to a place unknown. But like initially leaving Orlais more long-term, he'll deal with it. "I can't wait to see more of the mountains up there, I've not had a chance to really explore those."

He nods agreement. "I'm sure we'll be fine. The Inquisition wouldn't have made this decision if it were that overly dangerous." There's danger everywhere, they just have to deal. Kain is never one to dwell on that regard. "Let's just hope we find something..."

"We go where we're needed, whether Warden or Inquisition. Whatever the conditions, we'll adapt. At least we can explore together." Garahel huffs and leans into Inessa before bumping up against Kain and then pausing, expecting them to follow. "...if nothing else, this will give him quite the exercise. He might even forgo being a bottomless pit in favor of napping when we reach the camp."

As if to prove her point, the large mabari is a big, muscular streak as he darts along the rolling landscape, distracted by all sorts of scents and sights. As long as he doesn't raise the ire of wildlife or rift demons, though, she won't attempt to stop him. There are times when one has to choose their battles, and she's learned this long ago.

"Right... no matter where they send us, we'll deal with it. We always did as Wardens." Kain nods agreement, before Garahel distracts him. He gives him a pat before the mabari runs off, enjoying his run through the scenery.

"You never heard this from an Orlesian, but I'm going to miss Ferelden." Many of its landscapes had really grown on him, over time, and well... the people too. Certain ones. "We'd best take Garahel's advice and make the most of it while we're here."

That particular comments gets a soft snort from Inessa. "Oh, really? Even if you won't admit to it in public, I can't allow you to forget it in private. It's my duty as a Fereldan, you know."

"I should have known you would never let me live this down..." Kain even manages a bit of an amused smirk for her. While he still even now has a strong sense of pride in his homeland, he isn't above such comments. Especially because he knows how much it would annoy the stuffier of the nobles. Ha. "I'm so glad you take this duty so seriously. Your country has the most remarkable landscapes, though... I'm partial to the mountains, of course."

At least there are mountains in the Free Marches, anyway. He has it in mind to go exploring there the moment he gets up there.

"I suppose we can make a slight detour on the return trip to Skyhold, if you wish to see more before we move northward? I can't guarantee what we'll find, but it could be a worthwhile venture nonetheless." For her part, she wouldn't mind some time to mentally prepare for the sudden shift to less-than-ideal surroundings. As she's leaving first, there isn't too much time to spare, but still....

"I'd like that, of course. I enjoy this region a great deal, and I want to feel that I've made the most of my time here. It would be worth it to me." He knows that's how it goes often, the same in the Wardens... it's never worth getting too comfortable in any one location. But it's still easy to form attachments if you aren't careful.

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everybody loves the HINTERLANDS!

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