The diary of Zebah TrevelyanDay 2Entry 2, as already there seem to be days missing...
HavenI woke up to see a very skittish Elf get scared of me waking up. Her demeanor was.. odd, to say the least. Kissing the floor as she kept saying Cassandra should be informed I was up. At least the Breach is sealed, I suppose. I picked up my new gear (special delivery, I'm something) and went outside... to see a mob of people waiting for me claiming I am 'the Herald of Andraste'. What the hell happened? Time to go see Cassandra, so I went to chantry to hear her argueing with Chancelor Roderick.
With the Maker on my side this breach issue should soon be solved.
I then looked around Haven. Spoke to the Requisitions officer and got her her wood.Then spoke to Adan the Healer (er, sorry Adan, Alchemist) and got him his recipe. In the meantime I spoke to Solas as well, a scary Elven apostate. He's lucky I really need a mage on the battlefield... I needed a drink. Heard some nice songs about the Grey Wardens and Enchanters while chatting with Flissa. She's kinda cute.
While stumbling out of the bar I ran into Varric, the Dwarf. Seems like a nice guy, but talks way too much. One more stop left before I should go back to Cassandra, namely the blacksmith. Had a small chat with him, had him craft an armor, modified it and then went back to the Chantry.
She introduced me to the other important people in the Inquisition: Leliana, which I already knew, Cullen, our general (such as they are), and Lady Josephine Montilyet, our ambassador. They bickered some about whether we should aproach the Templars or Mages, but it was all irrelevant at this point. I was told to seek out Mother Giselle first.
But I didn't do that yet. Left the war room first and spoke to the advisors and Cassandra to get to know them better. Had to stop Leliana from killing one of our agents who betrayed us. She's a tough one.
So, to anyone who reads this: if this is my last entry, it's safe to assume I died in the Hinterlands trying to reach mother Giselle.. and all hope is lost.
-Lady Zebah Trevelyan