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The sudden awkwardness caused by her offer of magical healing faded quickly when she clarified to Cullen that she intended it for the wounded and not as a treatment for his headache. "Whatever time you can spare between projects will certainly be of some help," he told her. A commander who did...

"I've men and women under my command to spare," the soldier informed Bernie when she spoke of clearing debris from the interior of the tavern. "Even those returning from the field a little worse for wear are just content to remain useful. They would be glad to assist – should you need help...

Despite his obvious doubts, the young man listened respectfully to Bernie’s discourse on the benefits that a properly run tavern could bring to the Inquisition. The sigh that escaped him when she spoke of exploding stills made her wonder if similar shenanigans had already taken place. "Far be it...

As soon as she had emerged from the shadows enough for him to see her clearly, the young man flushed slightly and immediately began looking anywhere but at her. Maker only knew how he’d react to seeing her in one of her usual dresses, instead of a tunic and trews. Boyishly bashful or annoyingly...

Years of experience in stealthy movement stood Bernie in good stead as she picked her way through the debris, and it quickly became apparent that retaining the boots had been a good idea. Birds took flight in the rafters overhead, exiting through the holes in the roof and sending down a light...

((Late Justinian, 9:41 Dragon; Inside what will be the Herald’s Rest tavern; Cullen )) Bernie stood in the open doorway, letting the light coming through behind her illuminate the interior of the building. Sunlight streamed through the dust that danced in the air like snow, falling onto tables...

Backstory Update: Inquisition And Beyond Bernie continued running the Flagon and working with the Mages' Collective as tensions grew between templars and mages across Thedas, occasionally accepting commissions from the Crows, though never on Fereldan soil. Refusing to delve so deeply into Blood...

Ser Lorath would pose no threat to Sofia or any other Warden mage for the foreseeable future, but he was far from the only member of the templar order to harbor animosity toward the Grey Wardens, and Bernie couldn’t be sure that she would be there the next time her cousin was targeted. Her...

Telling Sofia what had happened and what she had done was more of a relief than Bernie had expected it to be. She had gotten so used to keeping those memories tucked well away, her emotions maintained at a safe arm’s length. Assassins could not be hampered by such things. Even her revenge had...

Bernie was unsure how Sofia would react to the fact that she had slaughtered four men at the tender age of fifteen, but she needn’t have worried. Her cousin was, like her, Antivan, blood and bone, and revenge was as innate an instinct to an Antivan as family. The horror that rippled across her...

Sofia had been a sweet - if somewhat pampered - child, but time changed people; Bernie knew that from her own experience, and tales that she had heard of life in the Circle made it clear that it could be very nearly as traumatic as seeing your family slaughtered. Fortunately, her cousin’s...

As a child, Sofia had lived on the very outer surface of her skin, every thought and emotion visible as soon as it landed. Years spent in the Circle had made her more guarded by necessity, but Bernie could still see her suspicion giving way to puzzlement, then curiosity, disbelief and wondering...

Bernie knew the chance she was taking. Blood mages were feared and reviled throughout Thedas, except perhaps in Tevinter, and it was entirely possible that Sofia might react to having her life saved by one by heading straight for the Chantry to make a report. It was what a devout Andrastean...

Much of the last ten years had been spent in developing a wide network of informants in and around Denerim. Very little went on in Ferelden’s capitol that Bernie was not at least aware of, but her primary focus was on matters that might affect the Mages’ Collective and the apostates that she...

Gertrude had been the tavern’s star attraction well before Bernie had ever arrived, and though she had surely encountered daunting foes as a Grey Warden, Sofia regarded the dragon’s head with interest. Her attention returned to Bernie when the tavern keeper told the tale of how the two Grey...

Her sentiments regarding the Chantry seemed to take Sofia aback, which was no real surprise. In her childhood, Bernadette had faithfully attended the Chantry with her family, enjoyed the singing, fidgeted through the sermons and generally accepted all that she was told without question. Then the...

Sofia had been treated well in the circle, at least in part due to her family’s money, but likely also because she was the type of eager student that teachers favored. Even as a toddler, she had possessed a lively intelligence and a merry spirit that had made her a favorite in the family. “Even...

Sofia - like most folk - appreciated the draw of a warm room with drink and good company. It was a combination that had made the Flagon the most successful tavern in Denerim. “I could enjoy the snow forever,” she declared, “but I imagine the novelty of being cold would wear off quite fast.”...

"I guess I'm a go-between?” Cam responded when Bernie inquired as to her line of work. “I've taken goods and coin where they needed to go, made sure everybody involved was happy with the outcome." That sort of work could fall on both sides of the law, and Bernie hadn’t yet heard enough to give...

Kiran accepted Bernie’s offer of future hospitality with the whimsical suggestion of dance-offs between templars, dwarves and Grey Wardens … which would be a novelty even for the Flagon. His interest in the gardens and the contributions of the elves turned out to be scientific in nature, rather...