Odd, why shouldn't he put anything on it? His tunic was sticking to his stomach, so, shouldn't he? Shaking his head lightly, "You are the doctor." Rage spoke in reply, feeling the girl press against him. Eyes going wide, what in the world? Ah, fire, heat. Gotcha. She was cold, understandable. Rage nodded lightly, poking and prodding the fire a bit more. It was a bit nippy out, could be worse. The cool air felt good on his burn, dropping the stick into the fire. Rage unwrapped her arms from around him, standing up only to sidestep over her. "Scoot." The male said simply, she could sleep near the fire. Rage wanted the cool air on his stomach, removing his tunic from his body, the male laid on his side. Closing his eyes as he rolled up the tunic, using it as a pillow. There was no need for good night, she'd sleep when she wanted to. The warrior was tired now.
The morning rolled by quickly, Rage stirring to the girl's arm wrapped slightly over his form. Shaking it off lightly, using it to wake the slumbering mage as well. The fire long died out by now, sitting up slowly, Rage looked down to his stomach. The would-be black spot now a heavy gray, a good enough mark to show she had been attacking others. Hell, he could blame her for his village, too. If they needed it, of course. Inhaling slowly, the warrior shook his head several times. They had an act to sell, they needed to focus on that, nothing else. Pushing himself up from the ground, hand moving to his tunic. Quickly covering himself with the fabric, Rage strapped it tight to his body, wincing slightly as it pressed into his stomach. They wouldn't give each other a 'good morning', couldn't. No time. They needed to move if they planned to get to the tower before night.
The two walked for nearly seven hours, they had reached the small tavern just across from the Circle Tower. "Just about at Lake Calenhad, Deacon." The male spoke, their trip had been extremely quiet. Rage focused on being a bit rude, arrogant toward the Templars. Turning to face the mage, face showing no facial expression. If he was to show anything, it would be relatively bad for them. He'd fail on his part of the deal, then they'd be screwed. Moving behind the girl, watching her already move her hands behind her back, Rage tied the rope-esque item around her wrists. Well knowing that if she wanted to get out, she could .. with ease. Placing his hand on her shoulder, the male pushed lightly forcing her to start walking. Taking in a deep breath, Rage guided her down the small hill that led to the Tavern or to the dock to get over to the Circle Tower. Walking the mage forward, Rage moved in front of the girl, guiding her to the dock.
"Halt. By order of the Chantry, we are not allowed to let anyone across." The templar spoke sternly.
"Not even for an apostate mage?" Rage shoot back quickly, pointing over his back to the girl. "I caught her just outside the Brecilian Forest. Gave me quite the good fight, too. Thankfully, she was bare on stamina or I surely would have been a goner."
"Apostate mage, hm, I would consider that an exception. Go, quickly."
Rage helped Deacon to the boat, picking up the Oar. "No, Templar, we are fine. I don't wish for you to drown because this one decided to knock you into the water." Placing the oar into the water as the Templar heeded the warning given to him by Rage, the male used his foot to kick off the dock. Slowly paddling the oar through the water, "Well, Deacon, I hope you have a plan. I will break you out sometime tonight, as soon as I know they are all asleep .. or most of them. Do you wish for me to get word to someone?"
Tying the boat to the dock, Rage helped the girl up once more. At long last, the Circle Tower. Here they'd get what they came for or die trying. Either was perfectly fine with the male. Leading her up through the tower's doors, the male quickly brought her before the Templar Commander, Knight-Commander Greagoir.
"Well, well, look at this, if it isn't over favorite apostate mage, Deacon. Caught once more, are we?" Greagoir spoke, tauntingly. "You ... Warrior ... who might you be? What are you doing with such an apostate such as this?"
Crossing his arms over his chest, "From the way I see it, your tone should be a lot more thankful, Templar." Rage spoke in return, "I brought you this 'apostate' and I seek payment and a bed to sleep in for the night." The warrior quickly barked, noticing a quickly angered Templar staring at him. A cocky smirk developing on the male's face.
"Oh? So, you think I will just let any rift-rash come in here to bark orders? This apostate is only wanted for breaking her phylactery. Why should I pay you for doing a job that a Templar would've gotten to?" Greagoir spoke in reply, clearly agitated by the warrior.
Grinning lightly, "Well, just so happens to be that this apostate," rocking his head once in Deacon's direction, "Was attacking helpless civilians as they traveled down the road past the Brecilian Forest." Pausing for a moment, Rage slowly undid his straps to his tunic, pulling it up over his stomach to show them his burn. "For proof, she caught me in the gut when I wasn't looking, burned like hell for the trip up here."