* It wouldn't be the first time Teller had escaped from the Chantry. And at this rate it wouldn't be the last. He had been making his way across Ferelden searching for his phalactory, the bit of blood that let the Chantry know exactly where he was. He hadn't slept since he had escaped the tower a week ago, and was almost to the capital of Denerim. To bad he had walked right into that Templar in the village market. Now he was running again, desperately trying to get some fire magic going.. but all he could do was muster a few orange sparkles around his fingers*
art by  Gen
denerim, the chatry phalactory, Fereldin all copyright Bioware ( dont sue me please)