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[eruit]

WHO: Hanzo, Kostos, Benedict, Helena
WHAT: Assassination attempt!
WHEN: Early Firstfall
WHERE: Outside Kirkwall
NOTES: Hanzo's Tragic Life.

It was supposed to be a very simple scouting mission - to go out and make sure that all defences were secured, that there was nothing wrong, that there was nothing that seemed out of place or suspicious. When the world knows that the Inquisition holds itself in Kirkwall and in the Marches then there is always a risk of subterfuge and sabotage; Hanzo is well versed in that. He had lived it for the first thirty years of his life, after all.

Slipping through the outskirts is easy enough for their group. They're not trying to be particularly stealthy, considering it's scouting, but it probably doesn't hurt to be prepared. Hanzo keeps his fingers on his bow, keeps his eyes ready, staring forward with the gentle buzz of spirits under his skin.

(Helena probably recognises it, knows the feeling of being touched by the spirits, but the others -

best not to think about that.)

It's when they march over the edge of a slight hill, stepping as a group, that the pair across from them. They stand out in their robes, clearly Venatori, but it's not that which has Hanzo pausing. It's the band that's wrapped around their arm, fabric declaring their house even if they might be far from Tevinter now.

It's a pair of dragons, shaded with golds and blues.

Hanzo wastes no time, hissing to the others - "Get down!"

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[strangel]

The feeling of the spirits waking (is it waking? Is that the right word?) pulls her gaze sharply towards Hanzo.

Moving quick, Helena flattens herself to the ground at the instruction, disappearing almost into the grass. Wild and quick, and she glances up to the sun to see if there's a chance that the light from it shining in the Venatoris eyes might have kept them from noticing the figures at the hill, keeps looking around to see how they can approach.

"Only two?" she breathes, glancing between the others.