She was curious what a Maharian was doing this far in Lotharis, but to lead a crowd of angry men to capture – or kill – an injured person was like... leading lambs to the slaughter, and every bone in her healer’s body railed against it. ‘I don’t know what dealings you’ve had with your Maharian healers, but here in Lotharis, our mission is to heal and help the sick, not to ferret out spies and get involved in brutal, bloody war politics. I would have left you there and never said a word to anyone.’. Don't worry your schedule is taped to the inside of your locker." Shit, my locker, I don't remember the combination, I thought, how am I going to get it opened."The bus pulled up in front of the school; it was smaller than I remembered. Joann and I went in. I followed her to her locker and watched as she opened it. I stood in front of the locker next to hers and fumbled with the lock."What the hell are you doing, your locker is over here?I looked at her, red faced,"Thanks, I told you I was out. Leliana, Sten, and Morrigan wandered off, probably to let the others decide, since none of them had a vested interest in the order of stops.Finally the discussion settled into a normal back and forth between Aedan, Alistair, Theron, and Tomas. Alistair, unsurprisingly, wanted to go to Redcliffe first to rescue the town. Theron wanted to march on Denerim, to take Loghain head-on. Tomas wanted us to find somewhere safe for Theron to hide prior to any other consideration, which Theron strenuously. Then on one special night, He placed a collar around her neck and fastened it tightly. He asked if this is what she truly wanted and told her that if she truly accepted the gift of the collar, it would bind them, and she would belong to Him for as long as He chose to keep her. The young woman agreed and gave herself to her Master. That night, He decided it was time for her to experience the full force of his control over her. He started by placing wrist and ankle cuffs on her and attaching them.