The assassin
Title: The assassin
Summary: Alistair has a few misgivings about their new companion.
Rating: PG
Word Count : 583
Notes: A drabble in my soft and squishy ‘verse. DA Warden, I’ll link to the character profile later on.
They’d been ambushed by a bloody assassin, and no not just any assassin, an assassin that hailed from the illustrious lands of political squabbles and where death was nothing more than simple trade.
Antiva.
Or Rather that’s what Leliana had said. Who actually knew what the truth was, after all the assassin himself seemed all too happy to declare himself part of one of the most murderous of guilds.
Alistair thought that some information would be nice, before you know, incapacitating the poor wretch.
Ariane, it seemed had different ideas.
“Sounds like a deal,” she said with a firm nod, lightly dusting off her leather skirt as she got to her feet. She deftly cut the bonds that Alistair had painstakingly tied together and soon enough had her back turned on the elven assassin and motioned Sten and Morrigan closer.
“Zevran will be accompanying us from now on,” she said.
“Ariane, you can’t be serious!” Alistair cut in, with a shake of his head. This was insane!
He knew the Dalish Warden was a bit on the crazy side to begin with, well no, crazy was a rather mean word to describe Ariane, she wasn’t crazy, she just wasn’t totally on the proper side of sane.
“Of course I’m serious,” Ariane replied with an eye roll. “He’ll be helping us fight the blight, what else can be of more importance?”
“An assassin,” Morrigan drawled, eyeing the elf with a dark look of distaste on her face. Sten remained stoic as always, while Leliana seemed simply intrigued.
Was no one else worried about the fact that an assassin who had been sent to kill them all would be accompanying them for the duration of their trip? That this could very likely be a trap?
What if this was some sort of trap within a trap sort of thing? After all the whole blocking of the crew in with a broken tree wasn’t exactly subtle, perhaps the whole point was to infiltrate their ranks and then slit their throats while they slept!
“We’re in no position to start turning away help, if you can point me in the direction of another person who has the capabilities to dance their way through a battlefield with two small daggers, a proper knowledge of working toxins and poisons and enough intel to show Loghain for the dirty snake he is, then please, do lead the way,” Ariane said, green eyes staring up at him inquisitively.
Alistair opened his mouth ready to say, that of course he knew of another person who fit that exact description, only to find he actually couldn’t truthfully say such a thing.
It was common knowledge that Loghain was a traitorous viper, but there was no actual proof for it.
Alistair heaved a sigh, “Alright, alright, I see your point, but if there was a sign we were desperate, I think it just knocked and said hello.”
“I’ll be sure and send the new neighbors a fruitbasket,” Ariane replied,with a grin, as she pulled her leather gloves off, stuffed them in her pocket and gave Alistair a pat on the arm, before walking off towards Bodahn and Sandal, no doubt to see about procuring a new bedroll for their new companion.
The elf, Zevran, seemed none too phased by the glare Alistair was sending his way, instead he seemed all the more amused by the anger that seemed to fall off the warrior in waves.
This one was going to be a handful
Summary: Alistair has a few misgivings about their new companion.
Rating: PG
Word Count : 583
Notes: A drabble in my soft and squishy ‘verse. DA Warden, I’ll link to the character profile later on.
They’d been ambushed by a bloody assassin, and no not just any assassin, an assassin that hailed from the illustrious lands of political squabbles and where death was nothing more than simple trade.
Antiva.
Or Rather that’s what Leliana had said. Who actually knew what the truth was, after all the assassin himself seemed all too happy to declare himself part of one of the most murderous of guilds.
Alistair thought that some information would be nice, before you know, incapacitating the poor wretch.
Ariane, it seemed had different ideas.
“Sounds like a deal,” she said with a firm nod, lightly dusting off her leather skirt as she got to her feet. She deftly cut the bonds that Alistair had painstakingly tied together and soon enough had her back turned on the elven assassin and motioned Sten and Morrigan closer.
“Zevran will be accompanying us from now on,” she said.
“Ariane, you can’t be serious!” Alistair cut in, with a shake of his head. This was insane!
He knew the Dalish Warden was a bit on the crazy side to begin with, well no, crazy was a rather mean word to describe Ariane, she wasn’t crazy, she just wasn’t totally on the proper side of sane.
“Of course I’m serious,” Ariane replied with an eye roll. “He’ll be helping us fight the blight, what else can be of more importance?”
“An assassin,” Morrigan drawled, eyeing the elf with a dark look of distaste on her face. Sten remained stoic as always, while Leliana seemed simply intrigued.
Was no one else worried about the fact that an assassin who had been sent to kill them all would be accompanying them for the duration of their trip? That this could very likely be a trap?
What if this was some sort of trap within a trap sort of thing? After all the whole blocking of the crew in with a broken tree wasn’t exactly subtle, perhaps the whole point was to infiltrate their ranks and then slit their throats while they slept!
“We’re in no position to start turning away help, if you can point me in the direction of another person who has the capabilities to dance their way through a battlefield with two small daggers, a proper knowledge of working toxins and poisons and enough intel to show Loghain for the dirty snake he is, then please, do lead the way,” Ariane said, green eyes staring up at him inquisitively.
Alistair opened his mouth ready to say, that of course he knew of another person who fit that exact description, only to find he actually couldn’t truthfully say such a thing.
It was common knowledge that Loghain was a traitorous viper, but there was no actual proof for it.
Alistair heaved a sigh, “Alright, alright, I see your point, but if there was a sign we were desperate, I think it just knocked and said hello.”
“I’ll be sure and send the new neighbors a fruitbasket,” Ariane replied,with a grin, as she pulled her leather gloves off, stuffed them in her pocket and gave Alistair a pat on the arm, before walking off towards Bodahn and Sandal, no doubt to see about procuring a new bedroll for their new companion.
The elf, Zevran, seemed none too phased by the glare Alistair was sending his way, instead he seemed all the more amused by the anger that seemed to fall off the warrior in waves.
This one was going to be a handful