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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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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.