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Madeleine and her team met their ship to Haven at Marnus Pell. She would take Carver to his sister and then return him to Weisshaupt when he was ready. She would then be able to move into Nevarra.
There had been some concern about crossing into Tevinter, but they hadn’t encountered any Venatori. The few people they had met were downcast and glanced up at the sky continuously. That could be because Madeleine had closed the rifts in the area. She was there, she wasn’t going to leave them open; even if it might be a signal to Corypheus that she was alive and undoing his actions.
They would see blue and give little smiles.
One man muttered about a sign of hope and praised the Maker. Then he looked around anxiously, as if someone heard his praise and would harm him for worshipping his god.
“Corypheus must be stopped,” Dorian growled. “No one does this to my country, not even my countrymen.”
“We’ll free them, I swear,” Madeleine vowed.
They only had to wait a half day for their ship.
“It will be nice to be back in Haven for awhile,” Varric proclaimed. “I know Waffles is going to be thrilled to see Junior.”
“I… I have missed her,” Carver confessed. “I’ve been really busy at Weisshaupt, but… I’ve been worried about the friends I left behind, as well as my sister.”
“Has she told you about Daisy?” Varric’s tone grew somber and there was grief in his eyes.
Carver nodded. “I was really fond of Merrill. Marian told me that she disappeared. There might be hope that she’s still alive.”
“I believe she is with Chuckles, and the other elves he’s gathered to his cause,” Varric confided. “I would suggest Miracle find them, and gain their help, if I had any idea where they might be.”
“She took Aveline and Sebastian’s deaths pretty hard,” Carver confided. “She wrote me to ask why they would fight so hard for their homes.”
“It was their duty,” Varric confirmed. “Choir Boy should have never left Starkhaven. He had to defend it. As for Aveline… she was Thedas’ best guard captain. I wonder how long she held out when Corypheus took Kirkwall.”
“She would have held out until the end,” Carver was sure of that. “Marian feels guilty that she wasn’t in Kirkwall to help protect the city from Corypheus.”
“She left to keep her friends safe,” Varric sighed. “She couldn’t have known what would happen. If she had any idea that it needed defending from Corypheus, she wouldn’t have left. We’re lucky we didn’t lose more.”
“I agree.” Carver stood as a boat came on sure, with the ship’s captain on board to see them to her vessel. “At one point, I thought she was dead.”
“Oh, plenty of people have tried!” Isabela jumped out of the boat and ran to Carver, leaping into his arms. “I thought I was for a short time, but I’m not. I’m here to welcome you! Well, to take you to Haven.” She waved at Madeleine. “I’m here to see you on board, Herald of Andraste. I expect that the Maker will favor us with clear skies, since you will be on my ship.”
“You can expect, but that doesn’t mean it will happen,” Madeleine warned.
“Still, it’s nice to see clear skies in the Anderfells,” Isabella looked up. “It’s nice to see them blue. I missed that color.”
“You’re in Tevinter right now,” Dorian corrected her. “Still, blue is a beautiful color. That I must agree with.”