The Story of the Wolf and the Dragon
The man before her sits grand and tall. Coming into his natural role of leadership has suited him perfectly. He looks different, his face changed not with age but with the burdens of having thousands follow his command. The cozy fur effortlessly thrown over his shoulder is not the same from their last meeting. It is darker, almost ebony, although not without its reddish hue. A satirical reference to his centuries-old role in his people's culture, perhaps. Or an allusion to him finally claming the slander on his name his own as if to prove an end-of-the-realms prophecy right.
"Fen'Harel," she addresses, the hint of a slight tease hidden in her voice. It is rather childish, but he has deserved it. "You've grown out your hair."
Years after her retirement to a simpler life with simpler aims, the Herald of Andraste gets a visit from an unexpected old friend.
- Part 1 of The Story of the Wolf and the Dragon