Eyes opening wide, Darrick jolted awake, his brow dripping with sweat. Sitting up in his bed, the Inquisitor took a moment to look around his room, bringing himself back into the real world and out of the nightmare that had tormented him just a few seconds ago. It was the same nightmare that he had been having ever since the Inquisition escaped Haven: Corypheus and that gigantic Red lyrium dragon destroying Haven and killing everyone in their path. The Red Templars storming the village, and then taking over the rest of Thedas. All Darrick could compare it to was that horrific future that he had seen when Alexius had sent him and Dorian into the future. Complete and utter destruction, all caused by Corypheus and his immense power. The sun was beginning to come up over Skyhold, rays of light slipping into the room through the large windows and balcony doors. The light illuminated the minor wounds and small scars that had developed on Darrick's body. A lot of them were recent, having been caused by the attack on Haven. But there was only one that had been more serious. One of Corypheus's claws had left a cut on Darrick's neck, one that had bled more than it should have. At the time, he had been so stunned that Corypheus could lift him that he hadn't noticed that one of his talons had gouged into his skin. It was bandaged now, but still throbbed with dull pain every now and then. But the wound wasn't the only mark that Corypheus had left on him. Looking down at his hand, Darrick scowled at the mark on his left palm. Corypheus had called it the 'Anchor', a tool that was meant for him and his evil. But Darrick had ruined that plan, and had indirectly set all of this into motion. It began to glow a bright green, and a sudden surge of pain charged through the Inquisitor's hand. He seethed through gritted teeth, closing up his hand and stiffening slightly. Maybe Corypheus was responsible for how painful this mark was sometimes. Darrick wouldn't put such a thing past the former Magister. Once the sun was up, Darrick left his bed and got ready for the day ahead. With plans to approach Empress Celene on the table, as well as many alliances needing to be forged, he needed to be on top of his game and ready for anything. Darrick was never one who enjoyed the politics of Thedas, but being the Inquisitor, he had to use his influence in some way. Leaving his quarters, Darrick headed down to the main hall, glad to see that progress was being made in fixing up Skyhold. The main hall still had large plans of wood and scaffolding lying around, but it was in better condition than when they had first arrived. There was even a throne at the end of the hall now, Darrick sparing it a quick glance as he made his way to the war room. I shouldn't need a throne, he thought, shaking his head a little. As he passed through Josephine's office, the Antivan ambassador looked up from her work and smiled. “Ah, Inquisitor,” she called, gaining Darrick's attention. “I have good news about the potential alliance with King Robb. After the destruction at Haven, he seems much more receptive to a strong alliance.” “That's good to hear,” Darrick replied, trying his best not to flinch at the mention of Haven. “Any details?” “Not as of yet, though we are in the early stages of discussion. I will update you when more plans are laid out.” “Thank you, Josephine.” Darrick went to leave for the war room, but Josephine stopped him once more. “Oh, Inquisitor?” Darrick looked over once more. “Be prepared for more guests at Skyhold. With everything that has happened, more and more diplomats and guests are arriving in Skyhold. And as the Inquisition grows, so does the number of important arrivals. I trust you know how to conduct yourself, but there are some members of the Inquisition who may need a reminder.” Darrick knew exactly who Josephine was talking about. Sera was the main troublemaker around Skyhold, and the last thing they needed was for guests to be scared out of an alliance by her antics. Iron Bull,whilst not nearly as problematic, was still an unusual sight for some visitors, and Darrick wanted to avoid intimidating or terrifying too many people. Dorian, being from Tevinter, was also an odd and somewhat unwelcome sight, especially in the wake of the Venatori. There were others as well, but those three were the main 'problems' that visiting dignitaries may find unsettling. “If anyone steps out of line, I shall warn them. Don't worry, Josephine.” With that, Darrick headed into the war room, preparing himself for a couple of hours of intense discussion and plotting of the Inquisition's next moves.