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Ohh!  I’m always excited to provide these!  (Will keep this mostly to Dragon Age / fantasy blogs,  to keep with the theme of this blog.)

Under a cut,  because I went a little overboard.

The Inquisitor always got nervous meeting new people, particularly those of such high status. Who was more famous than the Hero of Ferelden? But he supposed he was famous, now, too.

“Stop right there!”

The elf in front of her was in poor condition. He’d obviously not been eating well, his face and hands were sunburnt, and his clothes threadbare. But he held his bow with sure strength, arrow aimed at her chest.

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He didn’t know how in the hell they had found him, but they did. A small party, maybe seven or eight men, had made their way into Kirkwall. He had heard from Varric that they were exactly how he had described them, the silver threaded tunics and embossed armor a dead giveaway to who they were. He had hidden out in the Hanged man for a while, but the dwarf quickly warned him of their presence looming in Low Town, and when they arrived in the tavern, that’s when he truly said he needed to get out.

But they were waiting for him, unbeknownst to them all. He had tried to sneak out his room window when he felt an arm wrap around his neck and squeeze tight. He was able to push off the rooftop with his legs and over the man that had grabbed him, easily tossing him off the building as he began to run along the roof tops. He needed to get to High Town, needed to find Fenris or Bethany…one of them would help him.

But three more caught up with him. He wasn’t fast enough, and thought he had dodged well enough, but the arrow in his side spoke differently. And then it was a battle from there. He was weary, exhausted, bloody and bruised by the time he made it to one of the patrol routes. There he saw a guard, and was about to call out to warn them of the group when his legs buckled from underneath him and he fell, too exhausted to continue.

    Brutus was put on a route in Hightown to get used to his old job again. There was some crime in Hightown, but not nearly as much as in Darktown and Lowtown. Plus, he wasn’t one to question being put on the route with Fenris’s manor constantly. He simply did as Aveline told him. The most exciting thing that happened recently while on-duty was arresting a slaver for enslaving a free citizen. 

    Today had been uninteresting. Felix kept him company while on his route for a little bit and even some nobles struck up conversation with him. Paired with standing and walking around alone, there was usually very little work for him to do. 

    Brutus was going to his new post when he heard steps coming towards him. No one else was in the square, so he turned his head to see who it was. The last thing Brutus expected to see was a bloody, beaten person on the ground before him. He rushed over and got down on his knees to assess the other’s condition. “Who did this to you?” was the first thing he said. Before the other responded, he heard armor and running coming towards them. 

The rest of the Nein were in the lavish comfort of the Lavish Chateau, they’d been fed the finest of foods and wines, entertained with music and dance, and provided with comfortable rooms to rest for the night. The Ruby of the Sea was grateful for the safe return of her Little Sapphire after their hasty exit.

Fjord had wanted to take a walk before going to bed, the wine had started to make his head swim and he thought taking a walk along the beach would clear his thoughts. When Jester said she would accompany him, he was delighted. He was happy that Jester was back home, but they’d not had a second to themselves since they’d arrived.

They walked, and spoke about everything and nothing. Jester was happy to be home and very enthusiastic that Fjord should try the bearclaws, because they were so much better than the ones from Zadash. She told him how she would watch the ships coming in and out of the port, imagining where they were sailing to, and where they’d sailed from. Occasionally she would lift up their hands and twirl under them as they walked as though she were dancing. It was the happiest he'd seen Jester in weeks.

"Fjooooorrd" she says in her usual sing song manner, swinging their hands back and forth. "You know you're everything to me, right?"

"I- I am?" He stammers, almost tripping over his own feet, and thankful for the darkness which covered the deep blush he could feel spreading to the tips of his ears. He of course was smiling, the kind of smile where he always ducked his head to hide it.