Not Quite Damsels, Definite Distress

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Anders, Alistair, Zevran, Nathaniel, Teren, Merrill, Ciri, Jamie, Cyril, Velanna
WHAT: Rescuing two princesses who went into the wrong castle
WHEN: Around Haring 10th
WHERE: A village handwavily somewhere around Skyhold, on the Fereldan side of things.
NOTES: Minor violence warnings for now. Signup Post.

Sometimes people vanish. Sometimes there's a trail to follow, and luckily for these two, there's some information about where they were going.

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[byblow]

As if to confirm he, for his part, is in fact all right, Alistair briefly snore-sniffles and twitches one foot. Like a puppy having a dream, only less cute and more on a dungeon floor.

[ichaer]

Teren isn't the only one feeling like garbage. Ciri is aware there is a lot going on around her, many serious and super extra serious things. Instead she simply sniffs though, pulls her sword free and promptly slides down a nearby wall with closed eyes. Her shoulder hurts, broken perhaps but nap time calls.

[chainlightning]

"We won't," Merrill confirms to Vidal, taking a moment to look around the rest of the room, eyes flashing. The message is fairly clear: if you want to get to her, you have to get through me.

Jamie's presence outside the door, however, has her attention pulled there. She steps over, leaning on her staff, and peers past him toward Aleigh. She's missed most of the conversation, but she calls out nonetheless. "There's money to be made and Red Templars to kill, if you work for the Inquisition."

She thinks that might be about the only thing to convince him to stay, and she's not sure it'll be enough. Either way, there are injuries to tend to; another potion is dug out of her pouch, this one for healing, and offered to Velanna, along with a murmured "lethallan".

[justice_is_blond]

Aleigh pauses, considering. That speaks to him far more than she knows; he likes killing Templars. After a moment he shrugs. "I'll think about it and be in touch." With a waggle of his fingers goodbye, he summons ice and fire and creates a mist right around him that he slips away in.

Kian takes the flask, sniffs it, and his eyes water. After a tentative sniff, he's coughing as well... but that doesn't mean he's not trying it a second time because he's had an abysmal day. The second is enough, though. He closes the flask.

Vidal breathes out, nodding. There's the noise of people gathering outside and she takes another breath, steeling herself. "They don't... They don't know what's going on. They know we had prisoners, but they trusted that we had reasons for it. They didn't know who. I'll... I'll talk to anyone gathering out there? Unless one of you," she looks down, "thought you would be better talking to them." The village isn't large, but it doesn't have to be when you've got mages who can put up with crowding if it means being outside of the Circles.