This is how I imagine things happening one day...
On a calm evening where Maxwell Trevelyan was resting in his room, he was so exhausted at his desk that he didn’t notice Cole, hidden in the shadows and watching over him as the little dwarf lady Dagna walked inside the Inquisitor’s Chambers.
“Measures. Have to reflect everything from his right arm,” Cole murmured to himself as he listened the voices inside Dagna’s mind. “Varric and Bianca were right, I can do this.”
As Cole observed the enchanter pulling out a measuring tape, he scratched the tip of his nose while serving a little piece of cheese to a mouse trotting by.
Once the little one finished her work, she walked away and disappeared from the chambers. Maxwell was fast asleep on his chair, dreaming of all the adventures he had with his friends and about Solas, who he wishes to save from a certain path of destruction. Cole, worried about his friend, decided it was best to follow Dagna and see what this was all about.
“A prosthesis arm? Yes… It makes sense,” repeated Cole as he sneaked behind a pillar, looking in direction of the ingenious dwarf woman who was now pushing the Undercroft’s doors and disappeared behind them. “Can I help?” He asked himself.
Ever since Maxwell helped him becoming more human with Varric Tethras, he developed a strong loyalty for his friends as much as he was still perceptive of voices. The voices weren’t as strong as before, but tonight, spirits were murmuring to him that he was needed.
He followed Dagna to the Undercroft, where she was already perched on some kind of blueprints, drawing anything that came into her mind. Cole saw that she already made many sketches of arms with different variables. Has she been working on this project for weeks? “No, months…” said Cole to himself, as he was still in hidden in the shadows.
“Who said that?” Said Dagna as she jumped.
“It is only me, Cole,” said the young man who appeared under the moonlit room. “I am here to help,” he said as he walked nearer to the blueprints.
“Oh, I swear I heard you upstairs… Were you spying on me?”
“Curiosity had the better of me, I am sorry.”
The ghost-like man blushed and tilted his hat, covering his eyes and his shy expression. The artificer dwarf giggled and invited Cole to examine the sketches she made. For the next few hours, they discussed about lyrium, spirits and Dwarven crafts. They were soon accompanied by Varric Tethras who took a small vacation from Kirkwall to visit Skyhold. At his side, another dwarf woman was carrying a large bag of metals and trinkets which would be used for their experiment. Cole smiled. Maxwell’s limb would be replaced. He wasn’t sure how, but the voices of the spirits around him told him everything would be okay. Echoes of the lyrium resonated in his mind, like a long lost song that wanted to appease his thoughts. Connecting it all to the Inquisitor’s thoughts would be the trickiest part, explained Dagna.
“Thankfully, Sparkles offered me some of those crystals he gave to the Inquisitor before leaving for Tevinter,” mentioned Varric. “I think we could try something with that.”
“Of course!” exclaimed Dagna, “reflecting his thoughts to one of those crystals which would be attached to the prosthesis would help everything move like his normal hand used to, while he holds or wear the other somewhere around his body... This is amazing! How come I haven't thought about this before?”
“This is just a theory, we aren’t sure yet. I believe we will require the assistance of a mage to activate the new arm,” said Bianca as she analyzed all of her friend’s blueprints. “This one in particular looks simple enough and convenient for his daily routines.”
“The measures have been taken at least three times last week and once this evening,” said the red headed dwarf. “We were lucky enough that Madame de Fer gave us those sleeping potions before she left to Orlais. They’ve been useful to help Maxwell. He had trouble sleeping with all the nightmares and the stress he has been accumulating over the past few months. Vivienne really was nice to offer us those bottles.”
“You tricked the Inquisitor?” said Cole who remained silent until then. “I’m not sure I like that…”
“Don’t fret, Kid,” said Varric. “We know what we’re doing.”
Cole wasn’t sure about that, as he knew all of them were confused, but had generous hearts. They each are different from humans and elves, but he’s so connected with Varric and Dagna now that everything seems normal to him. They had been changed, yes, but he can still feel their presences in his mind. It was still night outside, everyone should be sleeping. He wasn’t tired, so were the dwarves. Together, all the four of them began assembling the metal pieces together as Dagna and Bianca both shaped them with the forge and Varric made sure everything would be about the same size as Maxwell’s original arm. Cole meanwhile transported tools and pieces to Varric, as they put the whole thing together. It was experimental, but it was something they all wished for: an arm for their friend. After a few tryouts, they finally made a decent looking prosthesis which they examined thoughtfully before equipping the magical crystal inside the arm, just a few centimetres away from the hand. Now all they could do was waiting for the Inquisitor to wake up and show him this surprise.