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The stone floor is cold. A trail of water drips slowly down the far wall. The light is dim, a few grumpily smoldering coals in a brazier above.
Her left hand aches abruptly, a pulse like all her joints ossifying at once before the sensation fades again. This is accompanied by a dull flash of green light. She's kneeling, hands locked shoulder-width apart by a metal bar clasped tightly around her wrists.
Sounds of footsteps in the corridor beyond say she may have visitors soon.
It's very convenient that math is much easier in Gate-space than it is in a real dream.
They get far enough that El has a good starting point by the time Bellona wakes up.
And now she's not smiling!
"Ugh," she says, and gets out of bed and starts getting ready quickly and efficiently. "What's our first move?"
"Try to prevent him from cutting a deal with the mages. Then we'll need to take his focus and prevent him from casting another spell."
She goes over what she learned of the other Bellonas (minus the not being connected to El's Gate thing).
One hopes.
Gereon Alexius is not hard to find. He has a flair for the dramatic, and has elected to make his introduction in the town square for everyone to hear him.
The Tevinters are, it turns out, very much underprepared for both alchemy and Bellona's particular brand of directed chaos. Ninety minutes later, the Inquisition has successfully prevented the Circle mages from hearing the sales pitch, captured Alexius, and retrieved his focus for Eliana to study.
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