Two torches stood mounted on opposite ends of small room, their flames lashing and throwing shadows of two men to and fro. One was standing, pacing back and forth and garbed in silver heavy armor, a Templar. The head of the Templar order in Fereldin himself; Knight Commander Bradley. The other was sitting, only a small wooden table between him and the Knight Commander. He watched the other man with an even stare, his eyes never faltering from the scrutinizing gaze of the Templar before him. His face bore a strange tattoo, but stranger still was the one on his left arm. He was Garth, former magi of the Circle who was now recognized as an apostate by the Chantry. "You're not listening to me..." Garth's voice shook with irritation. "How do you Templars keep order over the Circle tower when you're all so--" "Hold your tongue, mage." Bradley snapped, cutting him off. "I'm not listening because you're just trying to get yourself in as little trouble with the order as possible. Here's a nice little slice of history for you to wrap your head around. You were a magi at MY tower. We allowed you to be among your kind and live in relative peace, safe from the outside world. You, however... saw fit to flee the first chance you got and now you expect me to believe in the short few month's you were away you found a group of blood mages when my men have seen no trace of them?" "All of that is irrelevant!" Garth responded, slamming his right fist down on the table. "and I have no interest in whatever self righteous crap you Templars tell yourselves so you can sleep at night. I didn't find them. They found me." his hand opened up and moved over to point at the blood red tattoo on his arm. "They did THIS to me! They'll do the same thing to more innocent mages if--" "Innocent mages?" Bradley scoffed. Garth's eyes narrowed, obviously not amused. "You never did explain just what that marking is..." he added, walking over to the table, supporting himself with his hands gripping either side as he leaned forward to get in his captive's face. "For the last time, that's because I don't know exactly what it is." Garth's answer came through gritted teeth. "They drew this on me in blood. I've tried to remove it myself, but it doesn't wash off or even smear. Do you really think I could have discovered this sort of magic on my own in a few short months?" Commander Bradley raised himself upright, letting go of the corners of the table and brought one hand up to his chin. "You do have a point there, Garth..." Garth himself was caught by surprise by this sudden change in attitude from the Knight Commander. Up until now, Bradley had referred to him simply as 'mage'. "The rest of your story is just far too unlikely to be believed. Believe me, I'd like for this to be as simple as have you serve your punishment and sent back to the tower. However... you've become a blood mage, Garth. You understand the position this leaves me in." "Finding the ones who did this to me is more important!" For the first time since his interrogation began, Garth was practically pleading with the Templar. "I got away from them. They hunt mages to add them to their cult. Let me find them for you... send some of your own men to watch me if you must! They must pay for what they have done! I can't let them take another of my kind and force them into becoming exactly what every person outside of the tower fears we are." Knight Commander Bradley raised a brow at the proposal, his hand slowing leaving his chin. "If what you're saying is true... we can not allow for the birth of more blood mages in Fereldin. However... we can also not allow the knowledge of such a group to be known to the public. It would cause a panic among the people. Denerim alone would be chaos. We will have to deny the existence any such organization." Garth was speechless, unable to believe that Bradley had finally listened to reason. "I can't believe I'm doing this... but I will allow you to find these blood mages. You will direct my men to their hiding place and then you will come back to the Circle where proper punishment can be issued. Any questions?" A wicked grin crossed Garth's lips. "Just one... Where are you keeping my staff?"