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Ostwick: A Narrative Fiction

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Ingrid laughed before continuing her story. "And I just couldn't comprehend why he would use a–" She was cut off, however, when she noticed how quiet the grounds of Skyhold were.

Sure, some people had left after the Breach had been sealed a few weeks prior, but there were still plenty around. Enough to keep the place busy during the day, anyway, but only a few people milled about. The only large amount of sound Ingrid could hear was coming from the grand hall.

Turning to Dorian, she asked, "What's going on in there?" although she doubted he knew.

The mage shrugged, heading up the stairs in front of her. "No idea."

Ingrid raised an eyebrow, but followed him to the open doors anyway. The pair had returned from a day trip in the Frostbacks, one of the first Ingrid had been on since Corypheus's defeat. It seemed that things were slowly sliding back to being calmer. As calm as it ever could be again, anyway. …show more content…

There were many of the people she recognized, but in the center of the hall stood roughly thirty men in the same matching armor. The armor of Ostwick.

When one caught sight of her, he kneeled, and the rest followed his example. At the end of the hall, near the throne, stood Ingrid's advisors, friends, and a few other people she couldn't make out, as they were turned the other way.

Ingrid had a slight guess at what some of her father's men were doing there, but she walked ahead through the path they had made with Dorian. "Josephine?" She called out, thinking that if anyone knew what was going on it would be her.

The Antivan looked away from the woman she was speaking with and smiled. "And here is the Inquisitor now!"

The lady began to turn, but once Ingrid saw the hair, she knew exactly who it

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