#thread: emris

Emris had remained in Kirkwall. It was his home, for lack of a better word, and the people needed him there. Not to mention Varric needed someone to keep tabs on things he could trust while he was away in the south. Templars gone amok, blood mage abominations in the darkened alleys. It was far worse than before.

But not something he and Aveline couldn’t handle. And so he found himself in a precarious situation in the underbelly of the city, within the twists and turns of Darktown. He was thrown back into the sewer as the abomination stalked closer.

Who knew the lawless would become the law? In a quick motion, he kicked himself up onto his feet, avoiding a strike from the monster. He grabbed his bow and took aim, then realized a little girl was near. A qunari girl. The abomination seemed to notice as well, turning to her.

He could hear the guards on his tail. He had figured, what, with the unrest of mages and templars, perhaps the guards wouldn’t pay attention to him. But no, let’s try to catch that sneaky little thief. Assholes. 

Emris glanced over his shoulder as he made his way along the alleyways of high town. He knew the emblem of the noble family the men served. Not guards, then. City guards, anyway. His father’s guards. Fucking. Shit.

He quickly turned the corner, reaching up and scaling a wall, just getting to a balcony in time for the guards to pass. The door was open, a questionable choice in Kirkwall. Emris quietly pushed it open more, noting if someone was there or not. It was dark in the room, empty. That was...Good. This place hadn’t been lived in in a while. He crept his way into the room, closing the door and figuring he could hide out there for the time being.

The sound of meowing caught his attention. He glanced back to see a white cat and a black cat.

“Where did you two come from?” He greeted them, kneeling down then freezing as he heard a sound in the hall.

Some high point Orlesian was staying in a manor just outside of Kirkwall. A mistake, as far as Emris was concerned. For them, anyway. His connections had informed him the lady was one of well-to-do stature, with some documents which could prove useful and valuable. And so he had scouted out the area, memorized the guard rotation (apparently she was staying at a relative’s manor. Most Orlesian nobility was related to half of Thedas nobles, Emris figured), and had gotten information from some of the servants on which area the real prize would be in.

And so when he was prepared and night fell, he made his move. The wall was easy enough for a lone Kirkwall native to scale, slipping in between guards and moving like a shadow in the keep. He kept his dark cloak around him, staying just out of sight. The lady would not be in her quarters quite yet, so he could easily get in and get what he wanted.

A guard passed by as he kept himself hidden in the ceiling frame, dropping down as soon as it was clear. He made quick work of the lock, slowly opening the door and checking before moving to where he’d been told the documents would be. A few jewels and gold coins would create a brief distraction, especially after locking the once secured drawer back.