((Flashforward 3 days))
Marc stepped over a trail of scattered pebbles on his way through a wide pass, knowing he'd see the banners of Redcliffe only moments later. He thought now would be a good time to address the party.
"I know none of you are likely familiar with the customs here in Fereldan," he said, trudging through the rough terrain, "so for the sake of keeping the peace, please let me do the talking. We need Redcliffe." He only half-listened to any potential replies from the party as he kept his eyes peeled for the flowing gray tower atop a red hill that would adorn a high flag. As the road finally opened up and the hills on the sides dispersed he found himself entering a wide plateau; all at once the vastness of Redcliffe and Lake Calenhad broke into view. "There." Levine said, pointing to the castle. "Come along, we're behind schedule," Levine ordered and continued forward across a narrow cliff overlooking the city. Before too long the party would have been able to notice a group of soldiers approaching from the castle, Marc raised his hand to signal the party to stop. It took only minutes for the soldiers to reach them.
"State your business." The shortest of the five men ordered. Marc reached around his belt to the back left side and pulled free a piece of parchment, unraveling it and handing it to the man.
"I have urgent business with Arl Cunnington." Marc replied confidently. The guard looked at the paper briefly before noticing the seal. He looked back up and toward Maas and Isala.
"Them too?" he asked reluctantly. Marc nodded. With a brief but deep exhale the guard rolled the paper up and gave it back. "Alright. Come along." Marc looked back to his followers and then to the castle where he began to walk with the escorts. As they walked one of the soldiers looked off across lake Calenhad and pointed toward the dark clouds in the distance.
"Wish the storm would move away and let us enjoy the lake for a while." he said to another who quickly agreed.
"Its not a storm." Marc said quietly, the one who heard him gave him an odd look but didn't inquire any further. The guards lead the party through the castle gates and into the court yard.
"Ready to enter?" he asked.
"Just a moment," Marc said, turning back to the group once more. "Do any of you have any questions or concerns?" he asked, more for Scout than the two Kosith whom he doubted would care either way.