<strong>Ruvena Marlow</strong><br/><br/><em>"In the Maker's name, templar!"</em>The mage cried out, Ruvena narrowed her eyes on him, her sword still pressed gently against the womans throat. The Seeker watched the man for a few moments, trying to guess where his mind was, what he was thinking about doing. She had hunted enough mages to know few openly cooperated with templars, but knew enough to know most weren't bad people, usually more scared than violent. Fight or flight for mages was different than for regular people because they had more options, but far more consequence for their actions at the same time. She didn't know if this mage she was a mere lean away from killing was angry or frightened, but even so, Ruvena's resolve wouldn't allow her to become a victim of the fleeing mage.<em>"Stay your blade!  We are both mages of the Circle, separated from our group in that slaughter.  Gale didn't weather the night well; she was fit to attack me when Alla came along."</em><br/><br/>She toyed with the idea, wondering if this man was genuine or if he was about to ask her to let him go. The idea formed in her mind that she had no time to bring both these mages back to the circle of Ferelden, the man she was chasing was many times more powerful and dangerous than both these mages combined, but killing a mage for being only that was not Ruvena's way, nor the way of her order. "<em>She isn't a templar...</em>" the Alla quietly replied, louder than she had hoped, as an awkward look in Ruvena's direction was quickly moved to the ground. She knew a decision on her part was necessary, but she could not simply allow these two mages free to move about Ferelden unchecked, for even the best intentions of a mage were a danger to all, and Ruvena had seen enough innocents murdered by blood magic, abominations and even demons to swiftly consider two deaths better than hundreds, and from what she'd just seen, this young female mage was more than willing to murder to get her way. It would only be a matter of time before she made a mistake and brought death upon countless innocents.<br/><br/>"<strong>Do not toy with me, mage.</strong>" Ruvena coldly responded to Marc, stepping back and sheathing her blade. "<strong>Had I not arrived when I did this mage would have murdered that templar, vulnerable as she is...</strong>" Ruvena glanced at Alla, her voice taking on a disappointed tone as she looked at the templar. "<strong>...why must I show compassion for apostates who clearly will offer none to others. What is to stop this mage from murdering an innocent person, or consorting with demons?</strong>" The mage on the ground squirmed at this point, either out of a sudden fear for her life or a desperate attempt to get away. "<strong>Even so, the young templar is right, I am not of her Order. And so it is not my duty to dispense no doubt riteous justice on this apostate, however it is not my intention to release you.</strong>" Ruvena bent over and hauled Gale to her feet, roughly grabbing her arms and pinning them behind her back, binding them with rope. "<strong>So what shall we do, mage?</strong>"