((Still haven't slept in three days but I've put much more effort in this story))
((Please don't kill me Mary))
Cassandra awaited impatiently for days in the Chantry, the Templars had promised her that they'd find a companion of the Champion of Kirkwall so she can interrogate them to find out why Thedas is falling apart. She's often glance at the front door in the desperate hope that the Templars would be coming in carrying somebody,
anybody! Never had this long wait bothered her, she'd often have to wait months before the Templars found any lead but this was an unusual case; she felt like if she can stop this coming war, she'd be reckoned a champion herself. The sheer thoughts of fa-
The chantry door slammed shut, Cassandra snapped back to attention after dozing off into her fantasy world. This happened often as she waited for her next questioning, dreams of a life outside her own.. a fantastical life that didn't involve so much
waiting. She turned around to look at the door and witnessed a few citizens walk in to pray, "The same men doing the same thing every day" she thought to herself, "how dull."
Exhausted and tired, Cassandra went to her quarters and placed her equipment on her local table and washed her face. Will this be the only life she'll ever know? Will anything interesting ever happen? Maybe if she didn't involve herself in her work as much, she'd probably be married and having chil- "No" she uttered, knowing that her work was important for the chantry. She can't simply give up because of how
boring her job is. Maybe one day she'd meet somebody in one of her interrogations that would be interesting, somebody that would could go upon their white horse and take her away from this life of drudgery.
- - -
Sitting in the corner of the local inn, Varric continued drinking his expensive brandy and scanned the entire inn. This was never unusual for him, ever since he had traveled with Hawke his life was forever one of entertainment and intrigue, watching his back had become second nature. "That lass is pretty beautiful" he thought to himself as he gazed at the bartenders, just enough time for him to not notice a couple of armed men to enter the inn from the side.
- - -
Cassandra slept in her bed and looked towards the ceiling, her mind empty of all thoughts. How much longer will she have to wait for this "companion" of the so-called Champion? What has he done to deserve this fame and renown? All the plots against the Chantry and the land that she twarted had not ever earned her the slightest thanks by anybody, she was forgotten by the people as quickly as it took them to take off their shoes. She wiped a tear from her eye and closed her eyes, sleep was the only respite from her boring existence.
- - -
Varric coughed as he became aware, he tried to piece together where he was but couldn't see anything. He felt his feet drag upon the cold hard surface of the streets, this comforted him as he knew he was at least still within Kirkwall. As the sensation in his arms returned, he felt the chainmail of fairly well equipped soldiers. "Mercenaries? Pirates? Guards?" he thought to himself, trying to piece what eventual cruel punishment that would befall upon him. "This is the first time ladies have tried this trick on me!" he uttered loudly to make sure the men heard in the faint hope of the men doing anything that might give him a lcue of their identity, they didn't respond to him. "Tough crowd, huh?"
- - -
The sound of banging upon her bedroom door sent Cassandra leaping out of her bed,
could this finally be it? She began to scurry about her things to prepare herself, having completely forgotten to answer the messenger. An elf opened the door and gazed at the half-dressed Cassandra, he gasped as she gave her usual cold stare to the poor elf. He quickly shut the door. "Pervert. Probably did it on purpose, the weasel." she thought as she continued to dress up.
Loud sounds came from the halls, Cassandra had gotten dressed in time to notice a regiment of Templars surrounding a short man with a potato bag over his head. She looked upon the Templars and their Commander turned around and nodded to Cassandra,
this was one. This was probably going to be one of her tougher cases yet, she had always been given a small bit of information of the person she was going to question before she went into her room; this man on the other hand was a complete mystery. "I'm going to appreciate a good challenge" she thought to herself, a sly smirk appearing on her face as she looked upon her soon-to-be prisoner.
- - -
"Ah man, I was just getting to love you guys!" he uttered as he felt the armored men throw him onto the hard stone floor, having taunted the men since he regained conciousness in the hopes of recieving any hints of their identity to no avail. The room went quiet as the men left the room, seemingly leaving Varric alone. He moved his arms around to regain his feelings and remove the bag over his face to find himself in a darkened cell containing only a stone Chantry chair in the middle of the room.
"Hello there" echoed from behind him, he immediately reached for his dagger but it wasn't there; possibly removed by the armored men. "You are no prisoner here, dwarf. You'll be free to leave with all your belongings provided you do what I demand.", a strict but feminine voice coming from the corner. Varric tried to get a good look but couldn't focus on her, his eyes still used to the darkened potato bag.
- - -
"And what if I don't listen to your demands?" asked the dwarf, squinting to try and get a better look at Cassandra. "Simple, we gut you like a pig and set you on fire. Not necessarily in that order." she said, a threat that she had learned from her mentor years ago. While the threat usually scares most men to do the Seeker's bidding, Cassandra had to do it three times in the past few years in her work, always leaving her burdened with guilt. The dwarf decided to smile and opened his eyes fully, he met Cassandra's gaze and leaned back to the interrogation chair, "Lay it on me."
- - -
The dwarf looked at the lithe woman that came from the shadows, her cold gaze meeting his as she began to swirl around him analyzing his every detail. "Name's Varric, who do I owe the pleasu-" the woman interrupted him, "I will not exchange pleasantries with you, you're only here because you're useful. Do you understand?". Varric shrugged unconvinced as he began to sip some wine out of his cup. "Where'd you get that?!" she demanded, looking at the wine cup. Varric let our a short hearty laugh, for all her training she didn't even notice? "It never hurts to come prepared for such occasions, wouldn't you say?" he said, smirking.
- - -
"Want some?" uttered the dwarf, obviously proud of himself at one-upping Cassandra. "He played me for a fool and we're not even two minutes in this interrogation?!" she thought to herself, restraining all appearances that might show her as uncomfortable with the dwarf. Instead of dwelling on the wine cup, she immediately went down to the topic at hand. "You worked with the Champion, correct?" questioned Cassandra, still pacing around the dwarf who sat relaxed in the chair. The dwarf sipped a few more times, acting like he didn't hear the question. "Why would the chantry kidnap little ol' me?" he asked, his smugness still apparent in his voice.
Cassandra knew this wasn't going to be an ordinary case since the start, although she never expected having to deal with
this. She came close to the throne and leaned down before the Dwarf, his exposed chest clearly apparent, and whispered into his ear.
- - -
"Look, I know you don't want to be here as much as I do. How about you just play along nicely so we can all get out of here?" the woman pleaded in Varric's ear, he didn't know whether to laugh or be serious at the proposal. Although her words echoed true, he was already have too much fun tormenting his would-be captor. He shrugged and decided to play along to her demands, maybe he might having something to do tonight other than drinking in the local inn and smooth-talking with the local wenches. "What was it you asked," Varic said while leaning back, "if I knew the Champion? Of Kirkwall, I take it?"
- - -
Cassandra sighed with relief, the dwarf was finally being cooperative. Maybe this night wouldn't be as troublesome as she had intially anticipated, maybe she'd get a full night's rest thinking abo- then the thoughts of her dreadful life began to flood her memories again. She found it sad that she was questioning returning to her regular life of being nothing more than a seeker, this dwarf was obviously a nuisance but he was by far more interesting than any of these Templars.
"As you might know already, we're on the brink of war." she said loudly to make her point across, "sparked by the so-called Champion that you traveled with." The dwarf's expression didn't change, she couldn't tell if he was listening to a word she was saying. She approached him and looked directly into his smug grin.
"
What do you want to know?"
[Queue Dragon Age 2]
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