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WHO: Fenris, Cyril, and Adasse (it's an elf trip!!)
WHAT: Assignment: A Favor for a Favor
WHEN: Early/mid this month
WHERE: Tevinter, specifically somewhere on the road between Carestes and Minrathous
NOTES: I mean it's TEVINTER. They're dealing with slavery here, so there may be warnings from that. Violence is a given. Also probably lots of Tevene swearing.

Fenris readjusts his hood as they wait. It's a necessity to keep as covered as possible whenever he returns here, for obvious reasons. He really does sometimes question the Inquisition for sending him back to this place, the one place he despises most of all… But there's sense to it. He knows the language better than most anyone else they have. He knows the culture of their enemy, as vile as it is, understands exactly what they're up against. His insider knowledge is worth the risk, so it would seem.

"They should be coming this way soon... Are we set?"

He looks to the others, wanting to confirm they're ready before they split to take up their positions. They'd spent a while setting up this plan, and now, it's time to put it into action. A trap is set to break down the caravan, delaying them long enough for Fenris to launch his distraction. He's relying on the others and their stealthier approaches to really balance things out in the meantime. They'd found out that there are quite a few guards on these slaves, as Mettius Cotta isn't one to take too many chances. They'll have to ensure that none of the slavers ride off to spread word about what's happening, as well. That means they'll need to take out any extra riders they've got alongside the main carriage. There can be no witnesses. No survivors.

Word can't get back about the Inquisition's involvement. That's the critical factor here... anything else that happens is really up to them. Fenris, of course, is all for a bloody approach… but he knows they must balance that out, as well. That's entirely the reason why he's got the other two with him.

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"Right. As long as they can't trace it back to our source," he avoids naming the Inquisition itself, of course, being especially careful while here, "we ought to be just fine." Fenris has adopted more of a Tevene accent at the moment, finding it easiest for his part just to blend in and stand out as little as possible.

He nods at the others, on hearing the approach of that caravan. The other two will be putting their sneakier skills to use, while Fenris will provide the distraction. His face is well covered enough that he shouldn't be too obvious, at least.

He splits off, taking a position much closer to where the trap is set up. It's only a matter of a few moments before that caravan finally comes into view. It slowly approaches... there's the main wagon with slavers, but also a few mounted fighters as guards riding alongside. They didn't want to take any chances with this, clearly. He waits, hidden off to the side, watching as the wagon wheels hit the trap with a loud crashing sound.

The moment the slavers get out to inspect what's going on, Fenris springs on them. He slashes with his sword to strike the first of them, taking that target by surprise completely. But the others get more time to react, which means they start putting up more of a fight. As long as no one escapes, and they get those slaves freed and in one piece... that's mainly what they have to worry about.

Adasse, on his end, has two major missions he has to accomplish. While Fenris pulls them in with the attack, drawing them almost all away from the back of the caravan, Adasse and Cyril need to take care of the guards in the back without drawing attention to themselves.

Something slightly easier for a thief and a Dalish hunter, to be honest. The slaver driving the cart in back only has to crane his neck over to the side to see what is happening to have himself pulled down and his throat slit, mouth covered to disguise the gurgling. The guard next to him on horseback? Dagger in the throat.

Two down, another two to go, but Adasse knows Cyril has them. He's got to get started on the second part -- which is naturally -- the locks on the cages.

Cyril is able to silently take out the two that are in his sight with his bow, the arrows flying as true and steady. He's gotten used to killing men instead of animals, but at least these men are slavers. Thedas is better without them.

He's not as skilled as Adasse in lockpicking, so the thief might be able to unlock more faster than he can, but he still sets to the task as quickly as he possibly can. For now he doesn't speak to the slaves, although there is a desire to reassure them to let them know that this is a rescue.

He can't risk his Dalish accent being heard until they know for sure the slavers are all dead. He doesn't want to make any trouble for any Clans that might be close to the borders. There can be moments for comfort once everyone is safe.

Fenris meanwhile is still engaged with the ones in front. No word must get out. No one survives. As much as he hates being back in Tevinter, he'd taken this job on when offered for good reasons. Being able to kill slavers, to free slaves... it's everything he wants. His only regret is that they can't stay longer, free more, rid the world of more slavers... but they have to focus on these two for now.

Another slaver goes down, Fenris' sword cutting cleanly through his chest. He pulls it free to face the couple of fighters remaining. One of the slavers left is a swift sword fighter, proving to be a bit of a challenge. The other, a mage, has been focused on the defense so far of him and his allies, but now turns to shooting off blasts of offensive fire magic. Ugh, he just has to finish off the swordfighter before he gets to that mage...

Adasse is working his magic with the lockpicks as fast as he can, but with magic flying about it's a bit ... harder than usual. He mutters in a low Orlesian curse - Fucking Vints Anyways. His gaze lifts as his fingers work, to Cyril, tipping his head towards Fenris's direction. Could Cyril take the swordsman out of the picture so both Fenris and Adasse could finish up?

Seriously, fireballs were not conducive to crime..

Cyril is thinking along the same lines as Adasse and he looks up to confirm that Adasse will be fine before moving quickly to aim an arrow at the swordman. He plans to help take out the mage as well, as Adasse should be fine with the cages and the locks. At least his arrows can provide support to Fenris during the last of the fight.

The swords clash but then Fenris' opponent very suddenly stumbles, taking an arrow straight through the neck. All it takes is a quick push of the shocked fighter, and that's another one down. Now it's just the mage on his end. He hopes the others are faring well enough, but there's no time to confirm that just yet.

The mage is still focusing on offensive spells, making it hard to get in close. But Fenris is still determined. He strikes the ground with his sword, making the ground shake beneath the mage, throwing him off just enough to let him get one stab in. The mage is well-protected, though, so it's going to take more than that... He counters with Stonefist, the large boulder sending Fenris falling backward. Ugh, mages... he thinks, cursing under his breath as he rolls back into a position to get back up.

That arrow, the flash of spells bouncing off metal, gives Adasse the time to work open the locks. He pulls the chain free, then gestures the two slaves to turn themselves over to his companion with the boy. Keeping his voice low, and rough, and definitely Orlesian.

"Take them out of here. I shall help our partner dispose of the rest." A bloody blade flashes suddenly in his hand, making the young female elf let out a soft noise and move closer to Cyril. Adasse ignored this, as he slipped his other dagger free, starting to creep up on the mage.

Cyril keeps his bow out in case there turns out to be any other hostiles, but he is quick to move closer and gesture to the slaves to follow him. He needs to get them out of the way, safe and calm. He trusts Adasse and Fenris to finish off the mage and focuses on the people they came to save.

Out of the corner of his eye, Fenris sees two figures emerging to go along with Cyril for now. Good. The two they'd come to save are all right, and better yet, free. He's really eager to talk to them, knowing how it must feel, what they're going through... But firs thing first. There's a mage to deal with and he's not giving up so easily.

But he'd spotted Adasse too, and his position tells him all he needs to know. So he's continuing with the distraction, then, letting him have a chance to sneak in close enough to finish this. Fenris shouts a taunt in Tevene to keep the mage's attention focused on him, phasing out momentarily as the mage shoots off a blast of crackling lightning in his direction.

Never turn your back on a rogue, all his thieving mentors said. This is especially true of Adasse, who slips right up behind the mage almost like he was invisible. One hand goes over the mage's mouth, and the other draws his blade across his throat in what was called a 'Kirkwall Grin', wide and open, blood pouring out as Adasse dropped the now dying mage on the ground.

He saluted Fenris with his dagger. Go on, finish off the other nitwit.

Cyril still has his bow out to protect the freed slaves, but the other two are doing a good job of keeping the slavers occupied. Still, he gets somewhere save and guards them until they know for sure the dust has settled from the fight.

One down, thanks to the rogue's swift moves, and one more to go. Fenris has that last one in his sights, and thanks to phasing out, it makes him harder to detect as he comes in low, with a quick upward thrust to finish off that last opponent.

As he pulls his sword free and returns to normal, he glances toward the others, and takes a look around in general. He adds, dryly, "Looks like quite the bandit attack unfolded, I hear they're especially terrible around here... They really should have taken more precautions."

"Oh yeah." Adasse stated with a smirk, as he started to go through the mage's pockets to pull things loose and free. "All right, let's grab what we can and then get out of here."

Otherwise, bandit attack would be thrown right out of the window. They had to rob them, but blind.

Cyril finally moves to pull down his hood and considers the slaves they had rescued. "Are you all right?" he asks. His concern is mostly on them, he knows the other two will go about staging the scene.

He makes sure that they are uninjured and that they know they are safe with the trio of elves who are here now. He isn't entirely sure how they feel about having a Dalish elf with them, but they don't seem to be flinching away from him so that's a good sign.

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