Kyler smoked his pipe, and looked out on the carnage. Most of the dark spawn had been nothing more than rotting corpses when he and the rest of the Inquisition forces arrived. Sure they got to do a little mop up, but Kyler had wanted to really get into the thick of a fight, to feel his sword arm grow tired with the sheer number of dark spawn he would kill. Alas, today he had another job, questioning the survivors. That had been the most surprising part, he and the rest of the Inquisition had expected to have to re-take redcliffe entirely, not pick up a couple of oddities surrounded by corpses.

One grey warden, half dead, and a small group of damn mages. It was Kyler's job to find out what they knew, mostly from the mages as he was pretty sure he knew why the warden was there. The mages though? They were clearly not Teventi, and they didn't appear to be circle magi, which meant they were apostates. He didn't trust them, of course he didn't trust any magic being a dwarf, but why were they here? Kyler sighed, tightened his cloak, and trotted off to the tent they were being held in.