[Closed] The Road to Jader ...

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WHO: Bethany Darton, Aleron Darton, Carver Hawke, Fenris, Alistair, and Inessa Serra
WHAT: Looking for the Champion, high and low
WHEN: Mid-Harvestmere
WHERE: The fine Orlesian city of Jader, and small town just outside of Jader.
NOTES: Warnings for ...well. The DA2 Crew. You know how these guys are.

For weeks, Bethany Darton had been searching for some hint of her older sister's whereabouts since she had heard about the demise of the Hero of Fereldan. Her determination only mounting when Carver returned home with Dog, she remembered one of Marian's last letters, sent from a trader in Jader. She rounded up some people who were actually willing to track down Marian again, and as soon as she had returned from the Island of Red Lyrium, she gathered them all up and headed down to the docks as quickly as she could manage it, to Jader itself.

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No luck so far. Fenris is close to giving up on the taverns when he spots one more, a little out of the way from where most of the others seem to be clustered. Well, fine. Maybe he'll get some answers here. If nothing else, this has been an excuse to sample the wines they have. Orlesians make some fine wines, he'll give them that.

He sits at the bar, placing an order for something he has yet to try, listening to the conversations going on around him. Someone sitting nearby is boasting about... well, damn near everything. Soon enough, the boasting man starts talking about this and that person they've met, who are all supposedly famous in some way. Orlesians. It's typical. Now there's a fitting place to start asking questions if he ever saw one, though.

"What about the Champion of Kirkwall? I heard she's even been here recently."

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The man looks up, and puffing out his chest some, states proudly, "Well as a matter of fact, I did meet her last year. I bumped into her on her way from the marketplace, and back to her inn out of town. She said 'Excuse me', nice as you please."

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"Did you?" That definitely catches his interest, and now Fenris is seriously hoping he's on to something here. It could all be a lie, of course, more boasting, but he's hoping for otherwise. Maker knows they need to catch a break here. "What did she look like? Can you describe anything else about the encounter?"

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"Yes I did - are you calling me a liar, k -- " and then he realizes just how well armed this particular elf is with a gigantic weapon on his back and switches swiftly to - "- kindly stranger."

Keeping a wary eye on the odd ... Dalish? he frowns and states, "Well - she had dark hair, cut short, with the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen. Red streak across her nose. Uh - she appeared to be quite drunk?"

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Well, it does sound a bit like her, from the physical description, and... well, let's face it, how many nights had they spent in the Hanged Man, their party in various states of inebriation? The red streak matches up too. So all in all, it's a plausible sounding description.

Fenris nods, satisfied enough with that answer that the man knows what he's talking about. "That could be her," he tries to keep his cool, still wanting to seem... not overeager, almost as if he's playing an intense game of cards. "Did she say anything, or do anything else? Even an offhand remark of some sort?"

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Too many to count, all of them would say, and Varric would Grin that Grin and Isabela would leer ... enjoy those memories, Fenris.

"I. Ah. Well. She did ... she did say she was staying out of town. Just - just came in to get the local color. She said she hadn't planned on stopping here but - ah - here we are?"