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Kirkwall - 9:31 Dragon
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It is a year into the Fifth Blight and the City of Chains is in a state of constant flux. Refugees continue to arrive from Fereldan, rumors of blood mages in the Circle of Magi are beginning to spread, and a storm on the coast has led to the shipwreck of more than 100 Qunari- now shipless and causing fear amongst the citizens. For native Kirkwallers, there has not been this much unrest amongst the people since ex-viscount Perrin Threnhold raided the Templar stronghold, killing the previous Knight Commander in the middle of the night in an attempt to expel the Templar Order from the city's walls. Even within the most loyal of Viscount Dumar's subjects, doubt spreads quickly, and many are uncertain of his ability to manage the City during it's most perilous era in over a decade. Tensions are high. But amid all the chaos, life continues...

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THE RP HAS BEGUN!

Archon Obi-Wan Kenobi Hawke The Silent Z​

 

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ABBY HAWKE​

The Blight was over. Things could be better, Abbagail had to admit. She and her family were still living off of the generosity of Uncle Gamlen, her brothers had spent practically every night of the last year toiling for shifty swindlers, smuggling all sorts of contraband, and her mother's incessant complaints still rang in her ears each day- but The Blight was over. If she were any sort of religious woman, Abby would call out a relieved 'thank the Maker', but she was not. Instead, her brown eyes continued to skim the contents of the Work & News board posted outside of Lirene's Fereldan Imports in Lowtown.

A new King of Ferelden had been crowned, she read. A supposed secret bastard son of the long-lost King Maric, half-brother to the late King Cailan, and a Grey Warden to boot. Abby studied the portrait of the new King carefully; if it were not for his obviously large and full mustache she would think him even younger than her- hardly even a man! King Alistair Theirin... she tilted her head and wondered if he would be a good King for Ferelden. After everything the country had been through the last year, they would need someone capable on the throne.

"Oi, who drew a mustache on our new King?" A man whom Abby had not noticed near her now inquired from the queue of people outside of the shop, and with a small smile, she could see it now. The mustache was clearly a work of some mischevious scoundrel with nothing better to do. An Orlesian, no doubt, she concluded.

"I've already said my peice about this 'Deep Roads Expedition,' so I'll say no more, but the notice isn't up anymore," Abby sighed, turning towards her two brothers. Motioning to the empty space on the board where just months ago the notice was first spotted, she spoke again, focusing her attention on the elder of the Hawke siblings. "Are you certain the opportunity is still available?"

A P P R O V A L

ETHAN HAWKE - 100

AEDAN HAWKE - 100

ALAIRE DU LAC- 80

NAJA VALASTE- 50

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 50

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 50

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

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Approval Guide

| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
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| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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[Hawke]

Ethan Hawke
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Ethan was, for a lack of a better word, feeling great! This might be the first time in a year he's slept longer than an hour; so if the smirk hadn't left his face for the better part of the morning who could blame him? Honestly beyond the influx of scars and the near constant near-death experiences Ethan had a good time smuggling. Athenril had turned out to be pleasant company after she realized he was actually willing to do whatever it took to get the job done and if killing a few slavers had sweetened her up who was Ethan to complain. Not to mention the night before which had been a true breakthrough gaining an actual laugh at his surprise when reminding him it was the last night of his servitude, promising to pass along an opportunity or two while offering a quick stay safe as Ethan left for the time being.

Now he was in Lowtown, a fairly familiar place at this point, trying not to snicker at the image of Fereldens new King. King Alistair had a great history for sure attractive too but that didn’t mean he was King material, not that saying that’s what Ethan was laughing at, no, there was a fairly good drawn mustache added to his features making him look far older than he probably was, maybe that’s what he needs… do Kings take suggestions? Although what he was really worried about now was his family so he refocused instead on the blank space of the board while ignoring Abby’s continued disapproval of the entire idea. He did know the deal was on the table however, it hadn’t been that long since hearing complaints about the one in charge a man named Bartrand at this point it was just a matter of finding him.

“Listen, I got this, follow me” Ethan threw his gaze around with each word until someone locked eyes with him, not even half a second before he was walking towards them. “Hello, miss? I do not wish to intrude on your lovely evening I just couldn’t help but notice this dress and I had to complement the woman inside it” the woman rolled her eyes but a smile broke out across her face and Ethan smiled softly in response, that was a good sign.

“And you are?” She tugged and brushed at her clothes but Ethan could tell the dress was new lacking the usual dirt that came from simply being in Lowtown. Ethan ran a hand through his hair going for bashful as he laughed “My apologies my lady! I’m Ethan, how rude of me to be so taken by…?” “Tetwin” she filled in for him blinking in surprise as he brought her hands to his lips “Better than I could have imagined” looking up at Tetwin again through lowered lashes “Dear… I’ve taken too much of your time I must gain some self-control in your presence, please pray tell where one may find a Bartrand and I will leave you to the rest of your day” she giggled pulling her hand to her chest “Oh that Dwarf? You’ll find him in Hightown” Ethan cupped her cheek whispering “you saved a man today, thank you” before slowly pulling away, keeping his smile soft until he turned and grinned at his family “you heard the beautiful lady! To Hightown”

It wasn’t actually hard to find the man when they knew where to start, it was convincing him that was apparently going to take a miracle. "Andrates tits, human! You know how many people want to hire on to this expedition?" Not many Ethan thinks trying not to roll his eyes why else would you still be here "The more the marrier? It's the deep roads you'll need fighters" "No! You're too late! Already done! This is the sort of venture that can make a man for life I'm not about to take any chances hiring random humans!" This is bad they had no real fighting stance against this or anyone else for that matter they need a layer of protection and this is the best they've got. "Let me buy you a drink and you can tell me what it will take to convince you" "Get in line Human. Half of Kirkwall wants to be my friend right now. You're looking for a quick way out of the slums right?" Ethan smirks he's not wrong "you and every other Ferelden in this dump. Find another meal ticket"

Ethan debates beating his head against the wall as Bartrand walks away but a glance at Abby stops him "That went interestingly" Templars have taken to scrutinizing the city with a fine tooth comb. They need this expedition for coin, status anything to get them a shield against the increased surveillance. "Maybe Athenril knows someone who can talk to Bartrand for us... Gamlen too if he's willing to help us out more then he already has" Ethan smiled reassuringly placing a hand on Abby's shoulder "Doesn't hurt to ask!"

A P P R O V A L

ABBY HAWKE - 100

AEDAN HAWKE - 100

ALAIRE DU LAC- 75

NAJA VALASTE- 50

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 50

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 50

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

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Approval Guide

| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
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| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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[The Silent Z]

~ Dezridor "Quill" Vetris ~
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""""They say darkness can be a general term, it could be, could mean almost anything in related terms.... When the lights go down it turns to dark. When a person isn't pale they are dark. When a evil arises they say darkness shall look over. A shadow is dark, a cold aura is dark. But what is darkness really? I say..... Darkness looms within us all, it's only a matter of time before it begins to show. A lucky few out of the entire population of man and woman, human and elf, dwarf and qunari could really claim peace and tranquility. No. it looms inside us all, we just haven't all found it yet, some find it soon after birth and early years of childhood once words enter their vocabulary. Others find it later in life after a pressing and serious situation like.... tragedy. But we all have it, mark my words it lay within us all deep beneath skin, deep within our soul in the pits of every stomach lay a evil like every other.

Question is...... Can we contain it? """"

Leaning against the corner of some hightown mansion hoping to make sense of why dwarven carved stone stand within a human city as they do here in Kirkwalls, hightown was a dwarf, quiet and stern looking man with long golden locks of flowing hair and a glorious beard, but a slightly superb dwarf none the less. He was in a good mood overall yet thoughts remain..... Thinking about hightown and dwarven ties with those stone statues, he supposed that dwarves often stood about in scattered form. But he doubted the answers that came to mind in further wonder and still found himself not caring either way. It didn't bother him one way or another and this quote he had been working on.... Well it felt incomplete. It trailed off at the end and even then he questioned it. Be damned the next time he agreed to use a real and personalized quote for his books back cover, well the leather atleast. Neat drawings on paper with his face and a quote beneath it felt stupid. It all was quite stupid yet here he was working on it. Damn publishers.... one poorly selling book and all the sudden your lacking the skill to draw the readers attention. Quick to turn sons of............

Where was I? Ah right. Almost lost myself there. Anyway... I couldn't help but think about unimportant personal matters and observations that have been noted time and time again yet rarely registered as important enough to care. Today was a first step in meeting this Hawke fellow, it wasn't hard to learn his plans of seeking out Bartrand almost every fereldan in hightown sought a get rich quick scheme. Even if it meant entering the deep roads and dealing with a loud dwarf who'd likely shout orders instead of asking nicely. Or just saying nicely. I never understood how the man got things done and still kept himself in business without being taken down a few pegs now and again, surely he had made plenty of enemies, right?

But where fools meet opportunity a door opens for one such as me. Sure, I had my way in with the man long back when it came to this deep roads expedition yet I had no intention of losing my share. Bartrand might be business savvy but he's a fool with hands on too many details and stacks of gold. No... I knew how Bartrand would fail if he were to enter the deep roads now after getting a new entry point and I wasn't about to go down that road. I knew what he needed and how to make it happen, I knew Bartrand.

According to contacts this Hawke guy was pretty good, word around town said the same and from what I know this would solve two problems with one massive stone. Between his siblings well.... I don't know much but least they seem good too, they didn't die or get caught yet by some guard or rival crew. Though don't they have a friend in the guards? A useful ally come to think of it. My sources tell me this Hawke is looking for gold, isn't everyone? But doesn't seem like a greedy fellow and Athenril seemed to give a good review. They might have differed perhaps, but a got the job done and that's worth a lot.

Looking at them now... Bartrand is almost loud enough for me to hear and it's going just about as expected. He's being a fool and willing to risk his hide with some slack jaws who can use a shovel. Nice!

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Noticing the trio of Hawkes starting to move away from the rejecting fool. Dezridor began to push off the mansion casually with his hands folded into each arm and shoulders giving a closed eye shrug followed with a sigh. "" I knew that loud mouth would trust his ego more then common sense."" The dwarf shook his head and began to release his arms and let them fall where they may, while approaching forward with a turn of a smile and eyes opened with renewed optimism. After all every able mind should have this planned out with a fall back plan and fortunately for all involved this dwarf while not Bartrand was there and ready to jump in... it was showtime!

Casually walking toward the Hawke trio with a touch of swag and a little wit of sarcastic variety and honesty. Dezridor chuckled at this opportunity his unknowing associate had provided him while looking up at the much taller and very human New pal, Hawke and his two siblings upon approaching their proximity at the most opportune time of eavesdropping. And yes he'll admit to dropping some eaves.

"It's a dangerous business going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to." The dwarf opened in aim to immediately catch their attention though it might seem rude to interrupt but Dezridor was confident it would be forgiven in quick enough time. "Forgive the intrusion but I'm Quill least most know me as that name. But for you I'd allow Dezridor it has more value for us both." He followed with a kind and sharp smile to the man before him who Dezridor pegged for a flirt. Yes, somehow that seemed like him, but how often did he flirt and to who did he? Pondering that thought, He extended his smile and nod to both Hawkes sister and brother before taking a step further with his entry and introduction to the trio. "As I said it's a dangerous road and you sir, seem keen on taking it, but as I see you're rejected, right? Well say hello to a opportunity and I'm just the dwarf to speak with."

Between his view of Hawkes meeting with Bartrand and by chance overhearing of his reassurances to his sister. The man was by now very confident he had not only got their attention but likely could talk them into joining his cause in correcting Bartrands flawed venture.

 

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Ethan Hawke​

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Ethan perks up immediately at the newcomer a slight smile forming on his lips “Then you must watch your feet as you walk” he winked “Or find someone willing to sweep you off of them” he bit the edge of his lip as his smile morphed into a grin trying to resist the laughter that was bubbling up. “Worry not, you’re not interrupting except my musings! I’m Ethan, this is my sister Abby and Brother Aedan… but I have a feeling you already knew that.”

Ethan twisted his body to face the dwarf head on, keeping his smile playful. He wanted to pull Abby closer hide her from view but the action would seem too suspicious instead he stepped forward “Well then! Hello, opportunity how may I pleasure you this fine evening? Assuming you want something from me of course” turning his head he wagged his eyebrows at Abby “My sister isn't the dangerous type” the move was to check around her for Templars or anyone else who might be interested in the group as he spoke. However, that didn't mean he could stop himself from snickering at her reaction thankful once again for her shyness before turning back to the multi-named dwarf.

“Well, you've caught my attention Dezridor” Should he start believing in the Maker? This opportunity, if true, would be an amazing break. Ethan was already organizing in his head if Alaire would be able to take care of Abby and His mom when leaving for the deep roads. The thought of leaving Ellie, his trusted Mabari, had crossed his mind but he couldn't risk Abby lighting Ellie on fire… or him. Both thoughts where distressing. Mother… mother needed help she wanted, needed money and a way out of Gamlen's house needed Ethan to do it for her. So he'd get into the deep roads no matter what it took and still take care of everyone while he was gone. “What are your plans to get into the deep roads?”

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ABBY HAWKE - 100

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AEDAN HAWKE - 100

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ALAIRE DU LAC- 75

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NAJA VALASTE- 50

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DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 50

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ELENA WOLF - 50

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DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

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ASHIRANA - 50

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ARSTEN VAEL - 50

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Approval Guide

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| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |​

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| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |​

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[Archon]

Walking through the horrid ambiance of Lowtown never did do much for Aedan's mood, typical enough that he'd found himself walking these same hollowed steps day in and day out, without an end in sight. So when Ethan broached the idea of a plan, an expedition to lift them from the dregs of poverty, Aedan was ecstatic to voice his agreement. His elation was well placed,he trusted Ethan's business sense enough--after all he had gotten them through Athenril--unfortunately, Ethan was also Ethan. Aedan's excitement for the mission fades nearly as soon as his brother opened his mouth, raining a downpour of honey on some unknown girl. No matter how many times Ethan did it, it never ceased to make Aedan mentally retch. Though for a rare once in a blue moon, the younger brother held his tongue of any taunting or teasing out of pent up desire to sign onto the expedition.

Which is why when the group marched their way through Hightown in order to sign on, Aedan's eagerness was quick to turn to seething red anger, his hands tightening into balled fists that turned white with rage. The dwarf Bartrand had not only denied them the expedition, but had also done so in a manner insulting to their honour and pride, he wanted to strangle the dwarf right where he stood, his feet moved forward and his mouth opened to sling forward a retort but Abby's hand clutched his arm to prevent any further hostilities.

Before he had a chance to challenge Ethan for ignoring such disrespect, a second dwarf stepped forward from the shadows, his tongue twisting in riddles. Instinctively, he stepped forward, one palm hovering over his blade, with eyes turned outwards in search of the dwarf's thugs, the City Watch, or worse, Templars. Ethan's mind was alike, as though he engaged the dwarf in a dance of words, he too was alert and tense, even if he was so easily persuaded by a little charm, ironic that he was weak to his own strength.

"And why should we trust you?" Aedan cut in, with a subtle glare at his older brother, as both arms found themselves in a skeptical fold. "How do we know this isn't a scam, or worse, a trap?" Aedan questioned again, distrust visible in his eyes. For Abby's sake, they couldn't afford to be reckless or as quick to trust as Ethan was.

 

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Abby Hawke​

Abbagail had watched the interaction between her elder brother and the disgruntled dwarf known as Bartrand with growing disappointment. Sure, she had never exactly approved of the idea of her brothers yet again risking their lives for the betterment of their family, especially when the chance of reward was so insignificant; no, to her the risk was overwhelming, however... The Blight is over. She repeated the phrase in her mind over and over again the past hour, but still, the memory of Darkspawn haunted her. And the Deep Roads were full of them, right? That is where they all came from, shambling out of the underground like the corpses they were, weapons bared with a frightening amount of intelligence gleaming in their cold dead eyes. Worse still that anyone could become such a horrid creature. No one was safe.

Lost in her own thoughts Abby had barely noticed the change in Aedan's complexion and his tense body inching forward before her hand shot out and grasped his arm in instinct. Don't, her worried face conveyed, allowing him a moment to cool down before the trio was approached by an unfamiliar dwarven man. The dwarf was quick to open his mouth, beginning with what had sounded like somewhat of a threat, but ending with promises of an "opportunity." Abby wasn't sure if she trusted the fellow- no, she was certain she didn't. It was true, nearly every refugee in Kirkwall was interested in this Expedition, and why should they be any different? But this dwarf, this 'Quill,' or 'Dezridor,' or whatever he chose to be called had an opportunity just for them? He must think them desperate. She was sure they certainly looked the part.

Abby placed her hand discreetly on the back of her elder brother, a small apprehensive gesture she was confident in his ability to decipher. Her confidence, unfortunately, paid off, as Ethan then made a disturbing remark about her proclivity to timidness in such a way that seemed almost vulgar, and she suddenly felt positive there was an underlying insinuation being made at her expense. A slightly embarrassed flush upon her cheeks, Abbagail hid behind the back of her twin, feeling a tad bit safer behind his sword. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as Aedan's concerns mirrored her own, at least she wasn't the only one so skeptical today.

"Why us, though?" She managed to whisper to her twin.

A P P R O V A L

ETHAN HAWKE - 100

AEDAN HAWKE - 100

ALAIRE DU LAC- 80

NAJA VALASTE- 50

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 48

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 50

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

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Approval Guide

| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
| - Neutral 50 - |
| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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[The Silent Z]

~Dezridor -Quill- Vetris~
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"Are you saying the Champion flirted with you?" A voice spoke from the dimly lighted room and stepping forward toward me. The fun of seated questioning that bordered on interrogation, right? I wasn't bothered really as the expected while not always fun nor avoidable was for the best. But as the seeker asked I couldn't help but smile and chuckle upon reflecting back on the question and glancing toward the figures eyes, pinpointing their features ranging from chin to brow. Ah how they could tell plenty. "" Would I lie to you... Seeker?"" I responded like a charming breeze bringing a light smile to my face. "Yes." Was all they said and somehow it was enough to play with for now. Gotta have some fun while stuck here. Besides it was part of this game we had going, no? ""Oh come now, I might stretch the truth, but why lie about a innocent flirt? Honestly it happened. Now should I get back to the story or shall I provide proof on that too?""

The seekers sighed breath and annoyed reaction was almost perfect, really. "Yes, get on with it dwarf. I've had enough of your attempt at wit." They spoke as i feigned hurt at their words with a hand moved just so to my chest and slowly grinned. ""Oh, how you hurt me seeker.""

"" Now where was I...... ah yes, the young Aedans, shades of color and young Abby with her quiet concern.""

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The dwarf smiled with a wiggle of his brow and sharpness to his features, while a subtle yet nearing obvious playfulness took form. "Was that a offer Monsieur or a suggestion I shall follow to sweep you off your feet?" He returned with a soft wink. "I must say as sweet as the lips might be and flatteringly fun this has been. It's a pleasure to meet you at long last, Hawke or shall I call you Sir Ethan of Musings?" He smiled and gave a soft chuckle before turning his eyes gaze toward Abby and Aedan. Noticing at first the stark contrast between them as they had dealt with and experienced the presence of Bartrand and how they each responded to Quill's own presence now. A interesting and curious sight but each brother did a similar thing, a act of silent and simple step as they moved to protect their sister or she rather behind them. What was left out of the networks findings? Or rather what was well hidden from their vantage point?

As the dwarf pondered this thought and eyed the scene casually of observation. He had his attention caught by the younger brother of Hawke, Aedan..... the dwarf simply smiled and raised his hand in lowering of gesture. "Relax Shades..... I and Matilda here are not looking to lure you. Besides ask yourself this question if you will do this for me... Why would I approach you and your family with a offer you've already been seeking? A offer to join a expedition that is already known to be quite dangerous even with the best of plans and guards. Which I'll point out.... Bartrand doesn't have either, a flawed venture. But still you seek to join and I see your value and Bartrands folly, so I assure you I'm looking to help you to help me. It's a win-win. Besides luring you into the deep roads all for a trap is rather tiring and requires quite a bit of luck and work. " He answered kindly while looking over his shoulder to his beloved and unique crossbow with a gentle smile and stroking finger across her feature.

"As for trust well...... I can't prove or earn such trust right off the point in contact. Now can I? So allow me the opportunity to prove my own worth and help you rise from lowtowns cramped living to greater fortunes." He aimed to assure with a fair point and honesty of tone. "All I can assure is that I am.... Not Bartrand and my beard should be proof enough of that, its way better!" He winked with jest in his voice and of expression.

Moving toward Abby for a brief moment with his glance, he nodded and smiled gently. Before moving back toward Ethan, the eldest of the Hawkes. Deciding it best not to press by speaking to Abby before she seemed sure of his good intentions and honest nature at this stage of their meeting. After all he also had delayed a proper response to what else Ethan had up his charming sleeves for a flirtatious encounter. "In a sense yes... I was aware of each name that belongs to the Hawke trio. But thought it rude and quite a wrong first step to open with your names and my knowledge of them. More formal and kind to introduce before revealing such knowledge." He spoke in admitting that piece of information was previously known to him.

"Oh? Have we entered the next stage in our dance this day..... in that case." He smiled with a turn of soft gaze and intrigued nature by the tease as he momentarily played along. "Actually this evening could be quite pleasurable for us all..... In a beneficial sort of way." He followed up with a serious but lightened response.

"I can see that your sister doesn't seem comfortable with the idea of deep roads.... am I right? I can understand as I'm not loving the idea myself. But whether she comes along or not is your folks call not mine. I merely offer a way in that Bartrand would not nor even admit to needing." He shared in starting out the continued discussion. "You see..... now that I've got your attention Hawkes, you went about it all wrong with Bartrand. Our mutual and irritating acquaintance, you went safe by offering service and that was your downfall. You need to be bold and force him to see what he needs by using that boldness of move. You see.... what I offer is that bold idea and sharing with you my plan that includes what Bartrand truly needs, but will require a good and unable to argue kind of point to make him see. And reluctantly agree. Bartrand needs a partner.... well another partner in truth." Dezridor spoke

"But not just any slack jaw with gold and claim to ability. But needs you Hawke! I've heard rumblings about you and your rise this past year since arriving from fereldan and escaping the blight. You've seen Darkspawn I bet, you've survived and brought your family here, safe as can be.... for now. Kirkwall has its risks though and you need the coin to uplift your family from poverty to riches. While Bartrand needs able and skilled partners not shovel hands and a handful of guards. They are fodder here we both know that. Its a step forward and a win-win for us both and Bartrand too. Though I'll admit a hefty investment is needed, you see Bartrand is pulling what's left of his beard to fund this venture while scrambling for a new point of entry into the deep roads. You invest fifty sovereigns and you are in, plus we succeed and you get a much larger share. While getting your hands on a map to deep roads only further ensures your part in this venture. And I can help both with my tagging along and knowledge of where we just might be able to find that map." Dezridor spoke in sharing all that was presently relevant to the topic. While offering a confident, assuring smile that he spoke nothing but truth and while aware of the cost would help out there too.

 

[Hawke]

Ethan Hawke​

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Ethan laughed unable to help himself as he imagined Dez attempting to sweep any of them off their feet let alone his own he can just contain his response of I’d like to see you try as thankfully Dez is quick to continue the conversation. But of course, who would he be if he did anything but bring it back "Whatever you prefer screaming" with a wink of his own. It’s a pissed of Aedan that interrupts him this time. When Ethan twisted around to face Aedan, finding a glare pointed at him isn’t that surprising when “He speaks!” a gleeful smile takes over his features “And here I thought your tongue was trapped.” However, he can’t help but glance at Abby as well. His eyes rake over them both distrust and nervousness evident but Ethan is much less tense now offering up a shrug and a reassuring smile as if to say don’t worry I’ve got this

Although, Dez had a bunch of great points none of them made going to the deep roads seem like a good idea if anything things just got twice as complicated. So no matter what the deep roads was going to suck, more so now because Bartrand was an idiot, but Ethan had figured that part out himself. what really bothered him was who didn’t bring a pleathera of guards on a trip to the deep roads? Bartrand apparently. That Dwarf did know what a darkspawn was right? What did he think he’d get in and out now that the war was over? No that’s simply ridiculous this entire thing was a suicide mission and that was a well-known Warden fact. They’d be lucky to get out alive with a claim to fame let alone any money, honestly, the last thing Ethan was worried about was being trapped by a dwarf in the deep roads, maybe Darkspawn, but anything else would take a special type of crazy. But trust was a valuable thing an easy word to throw around but not so easily kept but everyone needed at least one chance to gain it. Besides, Dez definitely had a better beard then Bartrand.

At first, Ethan raised an eyebrow amused that anyone might enjoy the idea of the deep roads before turning grim the mention of Abby going anywhere near the deep roads making him uneasy and entirely serious stopping any remarks he might have has to simply listen. “I see” only slightly relieved with how the Dwarf had continued “And how exactly do you expect us to get 50 sovereigns, and a map of the deep roads? Your idea is sound in theory but put into practice…” Honestly, Ethan was going to have to get people to stop talking about him. Ok, sure when things started going south for smugglers it was hardly his and Aedan doing that Athenril’s group was the only one to survive… no matter what anyone else said. It simply meant they didn’t die later or worse get thrown in jail. “Besides if we had any money we wouldn’t need this job” that was probably a lie but it sounded nice. “Nothing guarantees we’ll make a profit all we might find is darkspawn and rubble” … … the argument was solid but it meant nothing, in the long run, they needed to get into the deep roads. Dez seemed confident this is how they had to do it and they were all out of options.

Ethan ran a hand over his face wondering truly how bad it could be to take on a wall with his face… before placing his hips. Plastering a smile on his face “Alright! We need money and a lot of it we’ll go to the board in Lowtown” Ethan glances to Dez “Gather any friend of yours who needs works done for them, then go back to Gamlen and Athenril; work from there… anything to add?” It was a general question but mostly aimed at his family it was the plan he was going with but he was willing to take any plan suggested. Unless... well... splitting up didn't seem like a good idea but to each their own.

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Approval Guide

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| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |​

| - Neutral 50 - |​

| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |​

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[spacepanda]

Abby Hawke​

"Fifty sovereigns?" Abbagail gasped aloud in near shock, "That's more money than most people see in a year in Lowtown!"

Abby's expression said it all; she didn't think raising that amount of money was at all possible, not in time for her brothers to join the expedition at least. Her family needed whatever extra currency they could scrape up, now more than ever. Her mind was spinning, was this really happening?

"Ethan! You can't seriously be considering going back to Athenril after she's just let us go!" The laughter of a small band of approaching templars caused Abby to pale, her voice losing some of it's heat. "I hear Guardsman Danil passed of influenza this last weekend... perhaps the Guard is hiring? We could ask Alaire, he'd know if Jeven was in need of more men."

A P P R O V A L

ETHAN HAWKE - 100

AEDAN HAWKE - 100

ALAIRE DU LAC- 80

NAJA VALASTE- 50

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 48

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 50

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

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Approval Guide

| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
| - Neutral 50 - |
| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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[The Silent Z]

The laugh suggested a picture, a very picture of a dwarf sweeping a human off their feet and carrying them off. Yes. Yes, it certainly appeared that Ethan no doubt had imagined that very scene as told and suggested by his laugh. A funny enough little scene there Dezridor had to admit, but aside from that it seemed Ethan was very much a interestingly funny kind of fellow which meant more witty and fun then Bartrand which alone would help others immensely in the dwarfs mind when this whole venture began. After all, Dezridor didn't like the idea of being the only jokester type roaming the deep roads, between the darkspawn, giant spiders, ankle biters and Bartrand it would have been a long, long journey. So another able to laugh and joke person was a plus. "A screamer are we?" Dez winked in turn before listening to the banter of the two brothers as Ethan teased his young sibling, a simple but small chuckled smile crossed his face as the tease occurred before his eyes.

Glancing over at Abby as she gasped aloud and showed just what she thought about it all. Meanwhile as she spoke and laughter was heard from approaching Templars, he could see her face go pale and hear her voice weaken. It made him think for a moment starting to realize that Templars made her nervous and quiet with their mere presence, suggesting a poor history with Templars possibly something traumatizing or she was a mage? Dez's coin was on the latter. Especially if the Templars were from kirkwall. Aiming to assure and agree with her thoughts on the matter of which jobs to not consider and which to consider. "Well I agree. Athenril wouldn't be my first choice but jobs a job if one is willing, the call is yours however. And I understand it's a lot of gold, but Lowtown also thinks more of the now and not the future, leaving less dreamers sometimes.... You however if interested could solve your future either short term or a long term pending on whether you join or do not. Obtaining that kind of gold will help either way and solve some matters I'm sure would be present. But the friend of yours, this guard, a nice option as well, more ethical too then some potential jobs we will run across."

"The map should be easy enough... I've heard rumblings about a woman in town who may just have what we need. I also may know a place where they may know how to reach the lady so we can ask about the map. Til then it's theory based off news I've heard, but my info is usually realible and info is my business." Dezridor assured while using a open book approach by using a honest means to convince them his word was good enough to try a risk. "As for collecting that fifty sovereigns.... Well gold does make the city flow doesn't it? Just depends on what tasks and methods you'd be willing to use to earn that amount of gold. Either way it will take time. But with my help I could keep my ears open so to speak, however for now I'd suggest the chantry board or the job postings in the Kirkwall manner, otherwise known as Viscounts keep where you can find the guards quarters and their own board that might be worth checking. Sometimes the titles like to post jobs about Kirkwalls hightown such as the merchants sector on the collums. Or if you have a lacking of morals, I could suggest a few other options." Dez smiled offering a number of possible starter points in answering his question. "Not that I'd offer them first, but never know what kind of work a fellow is willing to do especially when family is concerned. But if your willing, I'm sure Athenril might be able to conjure something as well as other characters around the city." He added in explaining what exactly he meant while offering a few other options. "Right, and as part of my humble services in hopes of your aid in this venture. I'd still be willing to help raise this hefty amount of gold and if you wish not to take part in this investment then no harm done and the gold is still yours to keep. A win either way, no? No risk til actually investing. Just good old fashion work in a manner of speaking." The dwarf spoke in part one of his reply to the elder Hawke. "As for the no guarantees.... well speaking from my dwarven point of view, I can tell you if the location is one of the many lost thaigs, my people would pay a great deal for that info alone. Least a decent sum. And while I hold no faith I'm Bartrands sense of common knowledge with necessary amount of guards and some other areas, I can say his business sense is quite good. Just his methods are lacking. So while darkspawn and rubble will be plentiful, odds are the value we take in return for such risks will outweigh the gold spent to achieve it. But again, it's all your call, I'm just a dwarf by another name who's offering a opportunity to that in which you sought already." He added part two of his response with a assuring smile.

Listening to the man speak after running a hand over his face and placing his hips, before ending with a smile. "Sounds like you've got a plan and perhaps made up your mind. So Lowtown it is, hey?" Dezridor spoke with a nod and exchanging glances. "Oh I will, no worries there Hawke. As for adding..... No, I think for now that should do. I'll keep you posted on anything else that comes up, however when you have a moment... We should meet up at the hanged man for a drink, by then I should have more on that map I mentioned. I've got a room there so easy to find and less dropping of eaves too." Dezridor nodded now prepared to join the Hawkes in their quest for more gold and lend a hand or ear when and if needed.

 

[Hawke]

Ethan Hawke​

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“No, you are right Ab’s we should go see Alaire” he smiles reassuringly stepping into her view of the Templars but completely ignoring her anger at the mention of Athenril. For the reason of yes, he was thinking of going back, to talk to her and will still do so when the opportunity arises. The more gold the better and no part of him was against going back so he’d simply not do so with Abby. However, he doesn't have any intention of joining the guard. Actually, it's funny trying to imagine himself following such strict rules and he's sure it would be frowned upon to flirt with not only his partner but also the people on the route they're patrolling. “Then Lowtown” Ethan chuckles for a moment “and Hanged Man should we get a moment. But I hope you are right, Dez not only about the map but this trip being profitable 50 sovereigns is an impressive amount of money”

Ethan only checks once to see if everyone is following him as he heads towards Viscount's Keep. A place he had generally avoided like the plague the first year last thing he needed was to bring any unnecessary attention to him but now was a different story. The barracks where a lot gloomier then Ethan originally expected, having expected more stiffy hardasses but it was more barren and grey. “Remind me to never get arrested” it’s clear he hates this place. Ethan’s eyes scan the area perking up immediately at finding Alaire stepping up behind him with a smirk crossing Ethan’s face "Alaire! Anyone need fucking in the barracks?" Never mind he loves this place, he’ll never get this opportunity again. Sure he’s totally going to get shit for this later but for now, he’ll enjoy every minute of it.

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ALAIRE DU LAC- 75

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NAJA VALASTE- 50

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ELENA WOLF - 50

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DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

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ASHIRANA - 50

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ARSTEN VAEL - 50

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Approval Guide

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| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |​

| - Neutral 50 - |​

| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |​

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[spacepanda]

Alaire du Lac​

Alaire sighed, his hand on his chin as he examined the patrol routes posted on the board in front of him. His fingers moved to his mouth and he began to chew on his nails; it wasn't a healthy habit, nor an attractive one, but when he felt the way he did now he couldn't help it. Something, something, was going on, and he was going to get to the bottom of it. Alaire had been lucky, the former Guard-Captain Ewald had been quite fond of him and had taken him under his wing, promoting him from Sergeant to Lieutenant over the past year. It was faster than anyone usually made ranks in the Kirkwall Guard, and Alaire had felt guilty at first, but he quickly found himself settled in the extra responsibilities. At least there were extra responsibilities to begin with before Ewald left. Now he found himself on dead patrols with nothing to do but twiddle his thumbs and hope for someone to scream "thief!" He was beginning to wonder if he had somehow upset Guard-Captain Jeven- but even then, something just wasn't right.

So concentrated on his current internal predicament was he, that he hadn't noticed the obvious sounds of footsteps echoing as they approached him from behind. The world around him seemed muted as though he were underwater, the sounds all blending together in a confusing yet almost musical fashion... so when he heard Ethan's sudden and crude inquiry he nearly choked in shock.

"Maker, Ethan!" He exclaimed, spinning to face the elder Hawke with a hand on over his chest. "You startled me!" It took Alaire a moment to register the group before him, and with his teeth clenched he nearly hissed, "You're not supposed to be here!" Alaire was lucky there weren't that many people in the barracks currently, and the few that were merely tossed him a curious glance. "Follow me," he instructed, leading the group back out of the door and into the great hall of the Viscount's Keep.

To be honest, Alaire was slightly annoyed at the intrusion, but the fact that all of the Hawke siblings had come to visit him at once was worrying. "Is everything all right?" He asked, now growing anxious. That is when he noticed the extra body among him, an unfamiliar dwarven man. "Who's your friend?"

A P P R O V A L

ETHAN HAWKE - 69

AEDAN HAWKE - 70

ABBAGAIL HAWKE - 80

NAJA VALASTE- 50

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 50

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 50

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

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Approval Guide

| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
| - Neutral 50 - |
| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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[The Silent Z]

"No worries hawke, I wouldn't be safeguarding my investment like I am if I wasn't sure, I'd just scrap it and pull my invested coin. Besides, believe it or not I wouldn't waste your time with a proposal like this one, if there wasn't a safety net for you and your family. After all...... Family..... it's one thing you and I can relate to and understand the importance of Hawke, just how far we would go and how much we'd do for them." Dezridor spoke assuring his new partner of this ventures profitable results while being completely sincere and serious as he reached the end of his response. Meanwhile the dwarf of tales and witty banter rested his hands at the sides of his leather sleeveless coat and followed his new companions in the Hawke siblings, quietly observing the view Kirkwalls hightown has to offer and walking off the side and just a step back of the Hawkes as they went to Kirkwalls, viscount keep and to the guards stationed quarters. It wasn't hard to notice the scattered nobles who pretended to have important conversations while really just complaining over the wait to see the viscount, taking note of a particular man up the stairs and just shaking his head at the sight of him. For some reason Bran never did like Dezridor much or Quill as the man knew him by, while Dez just couldn't help but laugh or shake his head whenever he saw the man. Didn't really like or dislike him really, just saw him as a politicians right hand with a knack for doing something to bring a laugh from time to time.

As the group entered the guards quarters and Hawke spoke, Dezridor just smiled and nodded in agreement. Kirkwall was perhaps the worst place for getting arrested in Dezridors mind though he has never been to Par Vollen or really anywhere with a great number of Qunari. But still Kirkwall was pretty bad in it's own right, more so with mages under Merediths rule, oh sorry under her Templar command..... Some folks don't like to speak of her hands being in the viscounts way, but Dezridor was certain the viscount was too weak to combat the woman's power in Kirkwall. But even common thieves could have a rough go upon arrest in some cases. If not more so. However this train of thought had parted quickly upon the dwarf hearing Hawkes rather noticeable and attention grabbing question to greet his friend Alaire.

It brought a immediate smile and small laugh to the dwarfs face escaping sound from his voice. "You know Hawke, when I mentioned morals and what you could do for gold pending those morals?" He asked with a chuckled grin. "I didn't mean advertise nor think you'd go to such lengths." Dezridor joked in butting reply as the two pals spoke to one another. Now moving to a quieter demeanor and nod in greeting the guard in a tip of the cap style. Meanwhile the group was led back outside of the quarters and into the keeps great hall, leading to Dezridor looking around once more and listening to Alaire speak.

Upon hearing his intro come to light, the dwarf smiled and stepped forward just a bit in polite bowing of his head. Rather formal, too formal in his mind, but Dezridor thought it a nice touch. "Already interested, huh? Names Qu-......." Dezridor paused realizing if this man was a friend of Hawkes, then maybe it was best to use a real name with the guard as well. "Usually I go by the name of Quill, but you and the Hawkes can call me Dezridor. Nice to meet you guardsman Alaire." He spoke introducing himself

 

[Hawke]

Ethan Hawke​

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Ethan forced his lips shut watching Alaire with barely contained amusement even as he got angry; totally worth it. Barely contained was right and completely short-lived, thanks to Dezridor, the rigid line of his lips twitching into a smile his shoulders shaking until the laughter took over. “Whatever it takes Dezridor, I'm always ready for a good time” Ethan winked before turning following Alaire back out the way they came.

“Come now Alaire it's the first time I have a day off! I can't come and see a friend?” But he was ignored for the most part Alaire's attention on their newest partner in crime who had introduced himself with flair for the second time that day. “He's the one helping us” Ethan nods his head towards Aedan “into the deep roads” Ethan explained the deal as far as he knew it to Alaire, the meeting with Bertrand, then Dezridor, the 50 sovereigns, the map to the deep roads… everything that happened right before this point.

“So I'm here to see if we can help you with anything, or as Abby would like to put it ask for a job” Ethan reached out to squeeze Abby's shoulder but he knew he couldn't work for the guard, not really. It would be more likely he'd end up in jail trying to be a guard then doing jobs that, if caught, would get him thrown in jail. He hasn't been caught yet and isn't about to break that streak. Not that he didn't have a few favors stacked up that could break him out but that's beside the point.

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AEDAN HAWKE - 100

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ALAIRE DU LAC- 75

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ELENA WOLF - 50

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DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

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ASHIRANA - 50

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ARSTEN VAEL - 50

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Approval Guide

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| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |​

| - Neutral 50 - |​

| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |​

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[spacepanda]

Alaire du Lac​

"You have the day off?" Alaire asked the elder Hawke in surprise, his eyes scanning the twins for affirmation. The slightly nervous smile from Abby said enough. It made sense now why they were all together outside in daylight for the first time in... Maker, has it been a year already? He thought to himself. He had kept himself busy, but still, it seemed hard to believe; he couldn't exactly say he was disappointed to realize the Hawkes were currently out of employment given the circumstances. Employment, no, more like servitude.

"I understand your excitement, Ethan, but was all that commotion really necessary?" He sighed heavily, crossing his arms in slight frustration. His scowl didn't last long, however, as Ethan explained his acquaintance with the mysterious dwarven man in front of him. It formed, instead, into a slightly worried expression that mirrored Abby's.

"Lieutenant du Lac," Alaire corrected Dezridor, although it was less of a correction and more of a habit formed by constant formal greetings, "You can call me Alaire." He would have added that any friend of the Hawke's was a friend of his, but he was pretty certain Athenril might also be considered a friend, and she could be quite the handful.

Alaire closed his eyes for a moment, allowing the sun to warm his skin on an otherwise chilly day. He silently debated whether or not he should warn Ethan and Aedan of Bartrand, but came to the conclusion that his words of advice would simply fall on deaf ears. Aedan was known to be stubborn, and Ethan to be eager. The man was an absolute eel- Bartrand that was. As slippery as they come, he thought. Alaire and his fellow Guardsmen had dealt with Bartrand on more than one unfortunate occasion, but the damn dwarf had always managed to escape any form of punishment.

And that's when he heard it, a phrase so wholly unexpected Alaire let out a sudden laugh, quickly covering his mouth with his hand in an attempt to mask the outburst as an ill-timed coughing fit. When the coughing had subsided into an embarressed chuckle, Alaire cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, did you say you were looking for a job? With the Guard? Both of you?" His hand swept in front of him gesturing at the brothers. It's not that their offer of help was unwanted, it was merely unexpected. "All three of you?" He asked again before an answer to the first two questions had even been given. His brown eyes looked Dezridor up and down. The man did seem somewhat familiar. And the name- Quill. Where had he heard it before?

A P P R O V A L

ETHAN HAWKE - 69

AEDAN HAWKE - 70

ABBAGAIL HAWKE - 80

NAJA VALASTE- 50

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 51

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 50

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

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Approval Guide

| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
| - Neutral 50 - |
| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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[Hawke]

Ethan Hawke​

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Ethan smirked letting Alaire have his little moment “I said I was looking to help, besides, as much as I would love to spread the guard, I don’t think I’d quite fit inside” he chuckled for a moment “can’t speak for anyone else of course, you planning something without me Aedan?” it was a joke but the idea was a good one. A stubborn mind could do the guard a lot of good it would give Aedan some time away from home…that and he might just be too busy to go on the Deep Roads expedition but that was more wishful thinking on Ethan’s part.

With a sigh, Ethan rubbed at his eyes, the sting of sleep deprivation was almost a welcome feeling of normalcy before looking back up. Although, as he did so he wasn’t quite sure what made him look at the slight movement from the corner of his eye, anyone in Kirkwall could have a dog, but something about this was just… familiar. Ellie was running towards him paper flapping in her mouth almost seeming to pick up speed as Ethan turns to face her “Ellie!?” Wham! Ellie slammed into Ethan full force, stumbling back his legs buckled as he tried to catch her, tumbling to the ground in the process. Ellie barked happily licking Ethan’s face and dropping the paper over Ethan’s head as he blinked, vision blurred, at the sky. It didn’t take any time for the pain to set in a low groan coming from the back of his throat even as he pets Ellie. “Yes… Love you too, please get off me”

Ellie jumped off him willingly towards Alaire instead tail wagging and yipping before sitting still leaning as close as possible eyes wide. As he stood Ethan grabbed the paper while rubbing the back of his head “Are you here to see me Ellie or get treats from Alaire?” Ellie threw her head back to looking torn before huffing and focusing again on Alaire as Ethan laughed “It’s alright I like treats from Alaire too.” Before any glares could be thrown his way Ethan turned to the gift Ellie had brought with her. Ethan read the paper surprised to find he had read it before, had Ellie seen something important in it? “It’s from the Work & News board.” Confused Ethan folded the paper up placing it in a pouch at his side “we can worry about it in a second, so what do you say Alaire, need some muscle?”

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Approval Guide

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| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |​

| - Neutral 50 - |​

| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |​

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[The Silent Z]

"Careful where you say that Hawke.... The blooming rose might just be recruiting new talent as it were." Dezridor quietly joked with a grin and nod to the man. However it was now that Dezridor took a silent approach allowing just the taller gents to speak with one another and allow them to discuss details. After all he was here to help them, but not intrude on every move and request made by the Hawkes and Alaire. He had kept a peaceful eye and ear on the conversation while looking about at the hall and all around them as they stood and spoke.

When the words spoken had turned toward Dezridors way again, the dwarf gave a nod and smiled. A small tip of the cap style yet didn't speak on the statement as none were truly needed and they had much else to discuss the dwarf was sure without him adding to the conversation. So a polite nod and smile was enough he gathered while maintaining some poise and relaxed posture. It wasn't long before Lieutenant Du Lac corrected and introduced himself more formally in reply to the dwarfs own small flare of touched introduction. Honestly it caused a slight inner chuckle though he kept it private as not to offend or annoy, but truly guards and their use of rank and formality was somewhat amusing to him, always had been even back in Kal Sharok rank and title and formality was quite common and used.

It was fair enough, of course, but rank and titles as Dezridor knew all to well could be easily lost and replaced with shame or embarrassment or perhaps simply standing. Politics. Usually politics. Or greed...... lust for power..... so many turns all for the same resulting end route. But he smiled again casually but kindly as to keep fair and matching proper response for some formal introductions and meetings. "Ah, Lieutenant Du Lac.... My apologies Alaire. I heard some new faces had been promoted over the past year, but it slips my mind who's who and what rank each person holds. " Dezridor spoke with a sincere apology for his lack of formality and correct addressed rank of the man. Though what followed was a small white lie to avoid complications and tipping his hand too far. In truth he knew quite a bit about faces, names and ranks... it was part of job. Part of what made him valuable to those he kept close tabs on and those he saw as friends or partners. However he was shocked to learn Jeven would promote someone new to the city like Alaire, he couldn't say why.... but somehow, someway Jeven never quite sat well with the dwarf known as Quill. Never liked him for some reason but couldn't say why. Yet Alaire seemed nothing like him and yet was rising in the ranks for someone still new to Kirkwall. Least in Dezridors mind. "Either way however... good to see our walls have come down, Saying 'Lieutenant Du Lac' could be a mouthful to say after so long. You know?" The dwarf smiled gently and grinned.

Meanwhile he returned to quiet observation and listening to the lieutenant and the trio of Hawkes, giving a small laugh at the verbal tones one another shared at Hawkes request about a job with the guard. After all laughter was contagious and Alaire as Dezridor saw it from his vantage point was a man who could see the humor in this request. Nice to see a guard with a sense of humor once in awhile the dwarf had thought.

Though he couldn't help but notice the look from Alaire, something seemed telling. The lieutenant perhaps heard the name before? Perhaps. Or was it nothing relating to names and just curiosity of a dwarf connected to Bartrand who was helping Hawke? Maybe. Or perhaps it was just his dwarven charm and looks that captured another glance from the guard? Yes, the latter had brought a smile to his face as the thought crossed his mind briefly.

Then after some time and conversation, Dezridor heard some rushed feet hitting ground and charging once it came within in range, causing the dwarf to turn his eyes toward a incoming dog, a full mabari hound? Seeing the jaws latched enough to hold a paper between her teeth and pouncing on the expecting Hawke. Bringing another laugh to his expression and sharing in the moment. "Smart hound... A good tracker and a nose for jobs too. " He spoke aloud and gave a kind tip of head toward Ellie and smiled. Now turning his eye toward Hawke and his siblings then toward Alaire.

 

[spacepanda]

Abby Hawke​

The familiar patter of paws and click of nails on the cold concrete of Hightown made Abbagail sneer with contempt before she even realized what it was she was hearing. Ellie. Her expression was not one she usually wore, and one that very few people had ever seen. She turned her body towards her twin so she wouldn't have to witness the mangy hound slobbering all over Alaire's fingers. But, this was the perfect opportunity for Abby to handle a more secretive matter. Ellie, if anything, was at least a good distraction.

"Aedan," she whispered as everyone's attention remained on the mabari. Hidden within Abby's satchel was a small folded letter which she discreetly placed in Aedan's hand before anyone could notice, stepping in front of him in case he wished to conceal it

The letter was from a farmer's daughter by the name of Peaches who had been somewhat of an acquaintance of Aedan's in Lothering. Abbagail was never quite sure of the relationship between the two, but she had never inquired about it either. Growing up near their farm she had heard snippets of scandalous gossip about the woman and had always wondered which rumors, if any, were true. It made her feel a bit cruel, as she had heard plenty of stories about herself as well. Most of Lothering had thought Abby a simple girl in constant need of her mother's ever watchful eye and care. If only they had known the truth, she reflected, although maybe I am an idiot just for putting up with it all!

Abby took a breath, enjoying the crisp scent that autumn always seemed to carry. She watched as Alaire bent down to give Ellie a pat on the head and shared a glance with Aedan. They all had their secrets. Aedan knew all of hers, and she loved Ethan, but she didn't want to watch his heart break if he realized how she felt sometimes. She also didn't wanted to hear the possible teasing Aedan may have to suffer if their Elder brother got a hold of that letter from Peaches.

A P P R O V A L

ETHAN HAWKE - 100

AEDAN HAWKE - 100

ALAIRE DU LAC- 80

NAJA VALASTE- 50

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 48

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 50

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

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Approval Guide

| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
| - Neutral 50 - |
| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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[spacepanda]

Alaire du Lac​

Ellie was always a welcome sight; Alaire loved dogs, and mabaris, known as the pride of Ferelden, were no exception. "As it happens, there is something I could use you for," Alaire crossed his arms, his pockets now empty of any of the small treats he usually stashed for Ellie. "My patrols have been uneventful as of late, and I'm not the only one complaining about a lack of people on the street at night. Thugs, that sort," Alaire waved his hand. "I have some contacts, and I've done some off-duty research as to why things have been so quiet, and I've heard something interesting. A plan for an ambush, probably for a caravan, hidden up in the Sundermounts. Smugglers, I assume, but one can never be so sure."

Alaire's eyes darkened with worry. This wasn't something he should have to rely on the Hawke family for. This is what the guards were for, right? "Look, right now in the Guards, things aren't... exactly matching up. I'd take care of it with my men here but to be honest, I don't know who I can trust. But I can trust you, yeah?" Alaire gave Ethan a playful slap on the shoulder and eyed Dezridor once more. "I was thinking of heading out there tomorrow afternoon. So don't go running off to handle it without me, okay?"

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ETHAN HAWKE - 69

AEDAN HAWKE - 70

ABBAGAIL HAWKE - 80

NAJA VALASTE- 50

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 51

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 50

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

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Approval Guide

| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
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| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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[Archon]

"By the Maker, do you ever shut up?" Aedan shot back without fail, arms folded and a light playful scowl locked onto Ethan's stupid smirk. It was the first words he'd spoken since the trio made friendly with the shady dwarf, who was making himself far too comfortable for Aedan's liking. Yet unlike Ethan and the dwarf, the younger brother didn't mind a little silence.

In truth, the idea of being a guard was almost intriguing to Aedan. But that would put him in competition with Alaire, who was certainly a better fit for Captain. No, Aedan was nothing if not ambitious, he had no intention of trading one shadow for another. Before he could address Alaire directly, the damp stench of wet mabari was quick to invade on a four-legged slobering mutt, Ethan's dog, Ellie. Ethan's obliviousness to Abby's obvious discomfort everytime the beast was present made his blood boil. It would forever be to the twins the pet Ethan stole from his sister.

Abruptly, his eyes locked with Abby's as she hastily turned to face him, whatever she had to say was discreet, though the purpose was soon revealed in the form of a small-letter. "This is..." Peaches, a letter from Peaches? Aedan's face elated slightly as he unfurled the letter giddily, his mind hungrily eating up the words before the discretion was gone.

Alas, the elation soured into a hostile scowl as he reached the end of the note, Aedan angrily scrunched the letter into a ball before shoving it into Abby's satchel with a light hiss only she could hear. "That traitorous..." In defeat, he merely sighed and softened his gaze. "Thanks Abs." To avoid suspicion and distract his wounded heart and pride, he stepped forward and engaged with the others. "We'd be happy to help you Alaire." Aedan finished, smacking Ethan on the back. "Right, Ethan?"

 

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Alaire du Lac​

Alaire let out an appreciative chuckle. "Well I always knew I could count on you," he said in response to Aedan, a playful snub towards Ethan. Alaire hadn't spent much time with the brothers during the last year. The two were always bustling about, working all night and, if not sleeping, preoccupied all day. It was sort of strange, in a way, to see Ethan awake and to be able to catch more than just a glimpse of Aedan as he scurried along on some task.

"Lieutenant du Lac," a feminine voice called from behind the group, "Guard-Captain Jeven would like to speak with you." It was Sergeant Moore, a thin, sickly woman Alaire was surprised was still allowed in the Guard. Her sickness had become so intrusive that at this point she was more of a receptionist for the Kirkwall Guard than an officer.

"Very well," Alaire repressed a sigh as the woman slowly shuffled back into the Viscount's Keep. "Meet me here tomorrow afternoon," he aimed to the group, retreating back towards his duty, "We'll hike to Sundermount together."

A P P R O V A L

ETHAN HAWKE - 69

AEDAN HAWKE - 71

ABBAGAIL HAWKE - 80

NAJA VALASTE- 50

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 51

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 50

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

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Approval Guide

| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
| - Neutral 50 - |
| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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Abby Hawke​

Abby frowned with worry, palming the discarded letter inside of her satchel. Aedan's reaction to the letter he received from his friend had not been what she had expected. Treachery? The thought broke her heart; Aedan and herself had very few people they could count on for support and friendship, and to lose one of them must have taken a toll. A million questions built up in her throat, but she merely swallowed and washed them all down. He would tell her if he wanted her to know.

Watching Alaire disappear back into the Viscount's Keep, she thought it a perfect opportunity to remind her brothers of a task they had neglected. "I know it's not feasible tonight," spoke Abbagail softly, "but I hope you have not forgotten our promise."

Abby could recall the moment as if it were yesterday- the harrowing trek out of Lothering fleeing the Darkspawn for miles. Circumstances and luck had placed them at just the right position to be noticed by fascinating albeit terrifying woman who had secured the family safe passage to the Free Marches. The Witch. All things had a price, and the Hawke's had yet to pay their dues.

"It's already been a year and we've yet to return the pendant to the Dalish... I know you both have been busy, but I just hope it's not too late." The idea of angering such a powerful mage made her blood run cold. Her face was quick to pale, and she bit her lip in nervousness.

A P P R O V A L

ETHAN HAWKE - 100

AEDAN HAWKE - 100

ALAIRE DU LAC- 80

NAJA VALASTE- 50

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 48

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 50

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

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Approval Guide

| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
| - Neutral 50 - |
| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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[Hawke]

Ethan Hawke​

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Ethan gasped in mock hurt calling out "Hurtful! Alaire, just hurtful!" to Alaire's retreating form. It is in that single moment of silence, Ethan's hand reached up to cover his eyes and taking a breath before running the hand down his face as Abby began to speak. Turning to her Ethan kept his face blank as he tried working what she could be speaking of. Did he make someone a promise? Surely not to Abby, he never forgets those and generally tries everything before breaking them. Its a tense moment for him as he watches her get lost in thought until she continues.

"Oh man!" Ethan grinned "you mean this?" He opens the pouch at his side taking a second before pulling out a necklace that as far as his family knew had some great magic contained within. "It's a good thing we didn't sell it off or something!" The grin faded as he watched Abby get tense and uncomfortable weather at her own thoughts or his words it didn't matter. "Hey... Hey now don't worry about it, we hardly had a time frame". Ethan couldn't even count the number of times he had thought about the necklace or the dalsih, on one hand, cause the number was 0. The last thing on his mind was some dragon-witch, which probably isn't a good thing but whatever. Reaching out to squeeze her shoulder he continued "Yeah Abby as soon as I can I'll get it to the dalish, nothing to worry about"

Turning to address the rest of the group he watched Ellie walk up to Dezridor sniffing at him before barking playfully apparently the complement from before was well received. "But on that note!" Ethan spoke trying to regain his thoughts as well as everyone's attention. "I say we read over this paper together decide if its a good idea and if nothing else get ready for a hike and meet back up here as Alaire said tomorrow afternoon."

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[spacepanda]

Abby Hawke​

Finding work during the day had proved to be an utter failure, and unable to do so the group had taken a break for lunch in Lowtown. Dezridor and Ethan seemed to get along swimmingly, happily chatting away while Aedan and Abby ate in relative silence. It was far too late to travel to the mountains, a trip that would probably take a day or two, and Alaire hadn't requested their assistance until the following evening. Abbagail had all but lost hope for the day until they were suddenly approached by a rather skittish dwarf by the name of Anso who claimed to have 'misplaced product' in desperate need of retrieval. The whole situation seemed noticeably off, a fact that Ethan either remained ignorant of or chose to blissfully ignore. Abby was sure it was the latter. The obviously nervous dwarf fidgeted uncomfortably as he unwillingly named his illegal product- lyrium.

Fantastic, more smuggling! Abby thought with a heavy sigh sharing a look with Aedan. He knew how uneasy it made her, they all did, but aside from work with Alaire the next day, things weren't looking too good. Who knew how long it would be when another opportunity for money presented itself! She just wished it didn't have to be this way. Anso believed the goods were taken by a group of smugglers and hidden in a hovel inside the Alienage. So, with a promise of returning the product for a generous fee, the group awaited nightfall.

When the sun no longer hung low and the sky's two moons shined proudly, it was a rather beautiful sight. Despite the beauty, Abby knew better, and she peered over her shoulder suspiciously at every shadow that crossed their path as they navigated the dark maze that was Lowtown at night. The Alienage of Kirkwall stood in the poorest section of Lowtown, but still, its residents were thankful enough not to have to reside in Darktown. The sector was filled with tiny rundown apartments and shacks that could barely count as homes. The more 'wealthy' of the elves that lived there had two-bedroom 'houses' located near the entrance. But although it's people were poor and left wanting, they still managed to keep the district festive, decorating their homes with flowers and bright colors. Vibrant glass lanterns hung from poles leading the way to the Alienage's vhenadahl, a tree which the hahren kept neat and green, and the elves had even adorned the giant iron gates at the entrance with strips of dyed fabric.

Abbagail had never found a reason to venture into the Alienage before, and it surprised her how bright it was. It was charming, in a way, but also distracting. Determined to succeed in their task, the group made way into the 'hovel.' It was surprisingly large inside for an Alienage home, and as it stood mostly empty it gave the group room to fight with ease as they were quickly surrounded by smugglers. It was not the presence of smugglers that Abbagail found surprising, that was to be expected, there were stealing back goods from thugs in their own territory after all. No, the surprise came after the fight had ended and the only chest in the entire building was completely empty. Practically turning the hovel upsidedown, however, yielded no results; there was absolutely nothing to be found. Slightly sulking in defeat the group was met with another surprise as they were greeted by an assemblage of well-armored thugs as they exited the hovel. The thugs had been instructed to "kill whoever entered the house," a statement which caused Abby to grit her teeth and curse Anso under her breath.

The battle was over in a heartbeat, and Abbagail found herself full of adrenaline. The feeling excited her and frightened her all at once, the power she held in her hand. It didn't take much talent as a mage to end a life. Sure, some skill was needed for proper aim and correct size, but that she held such magic at her fingertips, such force... it was exhilarating. Closing her eyes she attempted to catch her breath, familiar whispers quickly filling her head until it was almost too much. A sharp cry of pain snapped her out of it, and her hands reacted quickly, filling with hot orange flames that licked at her fingertips like snakes ready to strike. The rest of the group's attention was already on the cause of the shriek, a now dead man in full armor with a gaping chest wound that made Abbagail's stomach churn upsettingly, and a strange, glowing, elf with fresh blood on her hand.

A P P R O V A L

ETHAN HAWKE - 100

AEDAN HAWKE - 100

ALAIRE DU LAC- 80

NAJA VALASTE- 50

DEZRIDOR VETRIS - 48

ELENA WOLF - 50

DRYNNE MAHARIEL - 50

ASHIRANA - 50

ARSTEN VAEL - 50

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Approval Guide

| 0 - Loathing | 1 - 25 Hostile | 26 - 49 Rivals |
| - Neutral 50 - |
| 51 - 75 Warm | 76 - 99 Friendship | 100 - Love |
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[The Silent Z]

There was a rustling in the wind as his breath escaped him, eyes wandering the scene of trees and the valleys clearing... A soft breeze entered from the south and graced his chapped lips that felt a gentle lick to sooth a dryness of feel. Even as the neared, he could not place the sounds direction... worry was starting to creep in as the thought of ambush entered his mind, but could it be his imagination or the leagues own finest of warriors come to claim him? --------

As the crossing of thoughts passed through his mind and easy enough realization that indeed, a dwarfs proving of worthiness of trust would be only achieved with time.... as expected. He just happened upon them through planned happen stance and some expected reaction from his counter part in this venture in Bartrand. It only made sense to watch their own guarded pockets and well being over that of stranger of dwarven nature. Especially in Kirkwall.

Since the meeting with and for Dezridors case of one Alaire. Things would follow less then desired in search of work least for now as the day would pass by before a break for lunch in Lowtown. Ethan and Dez seemed to get along swimmingly as they chatted and shared laughs. Fairly enough, the younger Hawkes kept more to themselves and ate quietly during that space of time as the new pals as they seemed to be chatted and ate their lunch.

Unsurprisingly Dezridor found himself a plenty of brew during lunch. After all a somewhat stiff drink, cold and decent of taste often hit the spot, which it did again. However after lunch came the return from break which in turn led to a spot of possible luck in the form of a particularly skittish dwarf named.... Anso.

Well no one said it had to be the most relaxed and calm of sources, though Dezridor was rather curious of this Ansos skittish behavior. It would seem the man was best left to another line of work or stayed in Orzammar. Then again it was entirely possible he was no cave dweller from the dwarven kingdom or Dez's own home of Kal Sharok, even if he did act like a recent exile just arrived on the surface and awaiting for that sky up there to swallow him whole.

Which led Dezridor to further wonder what his deal was.... Then perhaps it came out in reveal- Lyrium. "Sodded piece of..... luck. Lyrium smuggled in Kirkwall? Never a solid business plan." He cursed in thought at the mention of Anso's product. It was now likely Anso has been to Orzammar recently, after it was unlikely to come from Kal Sharok and not many merchants would sell lyrium to other merchants or middle men. No. Dezridor couldn't help but consider a connection to the Carta... Oh how wonderful that encounter will be, as if the man called Quill hadn't dealt with them enough as it were.

But he gave his word, Carta or no, the dwarf would help raise the gold even if they decided against his and Bartrands venture. In fairness the deep roads weren't exactly a solid option either but lyrium.... something about it always bothered Dezridor, so high in demand, such risks, controlled trade of lyrium. Templars seeming need beyond normal means in some cases. But work was work and this job involved Lyrium apparently.

Opinions aside, Dezridor was rather quiet and merely eyed Anso awaiting for some sign or tell. Rather frigidity enough to make a read tough to tell one way or another. Too nervous for his own good, well maybe not, pending what was going on. If he's not seen as a threat he might just be spared. Yet that all being placed aside, Des merely eyed and stayed quiet while after walking away toward the alienage and from Anso, the usually chatty dwarf merely said to the Hawkes, "If Lyrium is involved, I'd wager and expect the Carta to be involved in one form or another. May as well count on that." and returned to silence as his mind went back to work. He wasn't particularly thrilled and his face revealed as much, but a word was a bond and he had plenty of experience with the Carta, if need be.

Once they reached the Alienage however a look of quiet and smiles reached his face. The corners of his lips perked, a soft gaze admiring the sight as a deep inhale and release took place. The cooling air, a fresh scent in the air or well as fresh as can be and a pair of eyes gazing at the great tree before him and just ahead of the bottom step. "You've gotta admire the elves.... They get screwed over, held down and just plain mistreated much like the casteless back.... well back in Orzammar and other dwarven cities. Yet instead of turning crime and bloodshed, most are rather kind and positive. Joyful despite it all." The dwarf suddenly spoke in mellow tone while thinking how much of a certain word history truly was...

As they approached the small little apartment, opening that door and meeting the expected yet somewhat disappointing thugs... Dezridor was kinda expecting more initially. Anyway came a not so great find, actually no find at all just a empty chest as a reward for their dispatch of well armored thugs. Decent crew but a empty chest was not what they came for and realizing what was likely going on. Dezridor cursed under his breath with a hand draped over his lowered forehead as if a headache has suddenly come on. "Anso, You frigidity little bast-" Was along the lines of what could be made out after a initial muffled curse.

Afterward and as they returned to the outside with yet another more formidable host of well armed thugs appeared to greet them, kill them too. Dezridor just shook his head and sighed whilst grabbing Matilda from his back, slowly bringing to form in his hands. "Such a beautiful, quiet, peaceful little part of town here... Now it seems we must paint red with blood tonight." The dwarf muttered aloud with disappointment yet willingness to do so since no other option was present.

For all his storytelling and good times offering with laughs, wit and flirts. The dwarf was a experienced man with more years on him then he'd like to remind himself of and plenty of fights, if not more so then he'd care to recall. Which kept him calm and accurate during battle...however like the others his attention was grabbed by the shriek of armored man and his chest with the bloodied hand of a elf that seemed to glow and had appeared present amongst them all.