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Chapter 10: From pillar to post
With a small knock on the door of Brother Genitivi's house, we walked in. It was quite a large house, and after the entrance room was a dining room. There we saw a man standing, who didn't look too pleased. We walked towards him and I could see he was getting more nervous. - Something is not right. -
"Hello," I started "we're looking for Brother Genitivi." The man responded and it seemed that he didn't want us to know where Brother Genetivi went. He introduced himself as Weylon, Brother Genitivi's assistant. I kept insisting that we wanted to know where he went and finally he revealed that Brother Genitivi went to Lake Calenhad. After that he didn't receive anymore letters from so he feared something might have happened. I thanked the man and turned around while looking at the house. Everything seemed normal enough, so we started walking out the door towards the Market District again. We just received our next destination which was Lake Calenhad. Once outside, Leliana hooked in my arm and hold me back long enough so the others, who kept walking out of Denerim, wouldn't hear us.
"So... Have you kissed him yet?" She asked. I chuckled, knowing she was talking about Alistair."No, not yet Leliana." I felt a blush creeping up.
"I'm sure we'll get our chance. Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about something as well!" I said, hastily avoid the subject.
"Do tell!" she replied. While walking towards the others, I started asking about why Leliana came to Ferelden and why Lothering of all places. We talked about shoesafterwards, much to my delight . Apparently they had wonderful shoes in Orlais! The rest of our party obviously didn't care about the subject and avoided talking along with us. Leliana and I talked for quite a while.
~o~
Lake Calenhad wasn't very big. We had been here before of course, for another purpose, but I kept thinking this. This time we went towards the Inn. Maybe they could tell us if Brother Genitivi was here. We walked into the Inn and we noticed it was very quiet. I walked over to the bartender.
"Good day. Welcome to the Spoiled Princess. What can I do for you?" he said.
"We're looking for Brother Genitivi, is he here?"
"Brother Gen... who? I don't know him!" he said. He seemed nervous and kept looking around.
"Is something wrong? We can help you." I softly said.
"Ssssh, keep your voice down. There are men looking out for people who are looking this Brother Genitivi. It's better not to intervene." he said desperately. I decided to take another look outside to find these men he was talking about. The moment we walked out the door Feonar started to growl. We were surrounded by a large group of men, trying to stop our search to Brother Genitivi. They barely said a word and charged with their swords raised up in the air. Feonar ran off to the archers with Sten and Leliana took our her bow and took some distance. Alistair
and I stood close and took on the ones at the front while Morrigan stood near Leliana. Wynne could reach everyone from the doorway, where she was standing and decided to throw in the occasional wintersgrasp when she had the time. By now I had the hang of things again and it didnt' feel strange to slice someone's throat. When the group was dead, I moved to the Inn again to let the bartender know he was safe while the others looked if our attackers had some things on them we could use. The bartender looked surprised.
"They're gone? Thank The Maker!"
"We've killed them all. It was obvious this was an ambush. We will move back to Denerim to try and find Brother Genitivi. Stay safe." I told him and I walked out. The rest was ready to go."Time to teach that bastard in Denerim a lesson." I said to everyone while walking away.
~o~
It wasn't long until we encountered a woman who was targeted by bandits. Her wagons were standing further away and she asked us to come with her. In the distance we could see the wagons indeed and I decided to take a look. When we arrived there, we saw that she moved to an elven man. He was grinningand I felt uneasiness settle in the pit of my stomach. He motioned with his arm and suddenly we were closed in. - Are they all bandits? - I frowned and before I could try anything else, I noticed a log falling. I jumped aside to avoid it, as did the rest.
"The Grey Warden dies here!" the elven man yelled. - I think not! - I quickly stood up and grabbed my daggers. The man was coming towards me fast. I barely noticed what the others were doing as the elven man seemed to want to take me on by himself. He raised his own daggers and I did the same in defense causing our bodies to move close to each other. I saw him grinning and he continued the fight. He made an horizontal motion with his dagger, trying to slice my throat. I moved backwards to avoid it and with my own dagger hit his out of his hand. He looked surprised for a second and put his other dagger in that hand. For a second we moved around each other. I pushed forward again. He did well with the only dagger he had left as I couldn't break his defense this way. Finally I hit my dagger against his harder than I did before and turned around him and used the hilt of my dagger to knock him out. He fell on the floor and I quickly helped out the others with killing the rest. When everything was safe again, I moved over to the elven man. I saw Sten standing over him with his sword ready to kill him.
"Katara, bas!*"
"Wait Sten! I want to interrogate him." With some words of protest Sten lowered his sword and moved back from the elf. After a few minutes the elf started to stirr a bit.
"Mmm…Oh…I rather thought I would wake up dead, or not wake up at all as the case may be. But I see you haven't killed me yet."
"That could easily be rectified." I told him.
"Of that I have no doubt. You are most skilled. If you haven't killed me however, you must have kept me alive for some purpose, yes? My name is Zevran - Zev to my friends. I am a member of the Antivan Crows, brought here for the sole purpose of slaying any surviving Grey Wardens. Which I have failed at, sadly."
"Right, that's not so horrible in my eyes. Who hired you to kill us?" I continued.
"A rather taciturn fellow in the capital; Loghain, I think his name was? Yes, that's it."
"Does that mean you're loyal to Loghain?"
"I have no idea what his issues are with you. the usual I imagine, you threaten his power, yes? Beyond that no, I am not loyal to him. I was contracted to perform a service. Since I failed to kill you, my life is forfeit. That's how it works. The Crows will kill me. That is the way it is. The thing is, I like living. And you obviously are the sort to
give the Crows pause. So, let me serve you instead." I was a bit startled by this. He tried to kill me, and now he wanted to serve me? I just stared into his eyes, my mind spinning by thoughts whether this was a good idea or not.
"You must think I'm royally stupid."
"I think you're royally tough to kill. And utterly gorgeous. Not that I think you'll respond to simple flattery. But there are worse things in life than serving the whims of a deadly sex goddess." He said. I rolled my eyes at his comment, but I couldn't help grinning.
"Can I expect the same amount of loyalty from you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
"I happen to be a very loyal person! Up until the point where someone expects me to die..." he said.
"Hm... Alright. You're in! Welcome Zevran." I said while helping him up. This obviously was not expected by my companions. I could hear Alistair and Morrigan gasp.
"A very good idea." Morrigan said with a sarcastic tone. "I'm sure to take a closer watch on my food and water from now on."
"We're taking the assasin with us now?" Alistair gasped. He grabbed my arm while he said this.
"Alistair, we can use every bit of help we can get now." I said, trying to persuade Alistair.
"Alright, I see your point. Though if there was a sign of desperation, I think it just knocked on the door and said hello."
"Let's move shall we? We've got someone else to interrogate as well. Oh Zevran? I think it might be better if you just stay out of the city, in camp, while we're in Denerim. Morrigan, Sten and Feonar will stay with you when we arrive." The elf just nodded and followed us.
~o~
When we arrived in Denerim we moved straight towards the house of Brother Genitivi. When we were nearly there we were held back by a guard. He had roughly grabbed my arm and pushed me back. I looked into his eyes and I could only see his anger. He was tall and had blond hair.
"You! I recognize you from... Ostagar! You're a Grey Warden. You Grey Wardens killed the King!" he yelled. - Dear Maker, I'm so not up for this right now. - With force I took my arm back and stood in front of him and crossed my arms.
"I demand vengeance!"
"Are you certain you want to fight a Grey Warden?" I intimidated to the man while closing up on him, holding one hand on a dagger.
"You certainly look more skilled than you did back in Ostagar..." he backed off.
"I will not fight with you, though you should know that Loghain will have you hanged for what you've done at Ostagar!" I waved his remark off with me hand and moved to Brother Genetivi's house. I didn't knock and just walked in without notice. He man looked up from where he was standing and was surprised to see us. He even backed up a bit.
"You lied to us! Lake Calenhad was an ambush!" I scowled at him. I took the man's shirt and pushed him against the wall. "Tell us where Brother Genetivi is!""You will get nothing more out of me. Brother Genitivi will not be among us anymore." he said with an evil grin while trying to cast a spell. I noticed what he was doing and took my dagger and placed it along his throat.
"If you wish to stay alive, tell me where he went."
"Threaten all you want. I shall tell you nothing!" he said while he pushed me back. He made a move on attacking me by casting a paralize spell. Unfortunately for that poor man, he did not have much experience and he lay dead on the floor quickly after he charged. I decided to check the house and in his bedroom I found a body. - Wait, this is the real Weylon! - Next to his body I noticed a chest. I opened it and found a research notebook. It said that Brother Genitivi went to Haven, as the urn must be around that area. I marked the area on my map and moved out of the
house.
"They say you can get anything here. I once got pick-pocketed." Alistair suddenly said. I burst out in laughter only causing strange looks from the others and Alistair himself.
"What did they get?" I asked after my laughing stopped.
"My miniature golem doll Arl Eamon had given me." Alistair pouted.
"Well, if you're good you'll get a new one!" I said with a grin.
~o~
We stopped at camp as it was getting late. Too late to move to Haven anyway. I decided to get some wood for a fire and dragged Alistair with me. Feonar walked along with us as well and he played around, trying to get as many brenches in his mouth as possible. While he played around, me and Alistair were picking up those dry enough for the fire. Suddenly he picked up the same as I did. We both stood up straight without letting go.
"I refuse to let go of this precious piece of wood, dear Alistair." I joked.
"That so?" he said while he used the piece of wood to pull me close. I was now touching his body with mine and he put his hands around my waist while he let his wood go as I did with mine.
"Then I guess I must surrender it." he softly said. I looked into his eyes, and he slowly moved in closer towards me.
"Yes.. I suppose you must..." I whispered back. I could feel those butterflies flying everywhere again. My heart was beating like crazy. Alistair's fingers tangled in my hair and I slowly moved towards Alistair to meet his lips.
"You must lay your head into her bossom Alistair!" Zevran yelled. Alistair looked up, surprised that anyone was out here.
"I... what?" he said. I put my head on Alistair's chest.
"Not again..." I said to myself.
"Not you dear Aveline, but him! It looks so soft and nice! If he is not willing, I certainly am!" Zevran said.
"Not a chance, Zevran." I picked up my wood again. It seemed like Alistair and I would never get a moment together.
"While you're here, pick up some wood as well will you?" Zevran smirked and nodded while starting to gather wood. Alistair picked up his bundle and we moved back to camp.
"I'm sure Morrigan or Wynne would be willing to! Their bossoms are very nice as well!" I could hear Zevran saying. - Good luck with that, Zevran! - Once the fire was started I made stew with Leliana. She gave me some looks again which I now recognized. - She really is a curious person. -
"Yes Leliana? You're wondering something?" I asked with a smile on my face.
"I do! How nice of you to notice! You and Alistair were away together weren't you?"
"Yes we were, and to relieve you of your curiosity, nothing happened. Zevran intervened. It seems like Alistair and I will never get the chance." Leliana laughed and smiled.
"Patience is a virtue, Aveline." she said while giving me a wink. - Maybe so, but still... - The evening went by quite fast and morning arrived far too soon. Today we were heading to Haven. I couldn't help but wonder what happened to Brother Genitivi. This made me get up fast and get everything ready. When I checked camp I noticed someone else standing near the wagons. I walked over and introduced myself. The man was called Levi and he was there because Duncan made a promise. He wanted us to go to Soldiers Peak and redeem Sophia's good name. She was a Grey Warden and Levi's grandmother. He marked our map and I promised to go there after we
saved Arl Eamon. Who knew how much time he had left. We agreed that Levi could stay at our camp until we were done. After that we were on the roads fast.
~o~
Haven seemed dark and grim. Nobody was outside. It was like it was a ghost village. There was one guard who
held us back when he noticed us.
"Return where you came from. Haven has nothing you look for." he said. His look was utterly serious and not to be taken lightly.
"May we just trade supplies then?" I asked.
"That you may. After that you must leave immediately!" he said annoyed. He wasn't pleased about our wish to trade supplies, but after we made our way towards the nearby houses he ignored us. We moved into the first
house we saw, which was someone's home. We looked around and noticed a bloody altar straight away. We moved over and I just stared at all the blood. - Makers blood, what happened here! -
"This town certainly isn't what it looks like." Wynne said.
"Ehm... Maybe this is where they prepare their meat!" Alistair said, hoping that was really the case.
"Meat doesn't bleed that much." I replied.
"I know. I know. I'm just trying to get a more comfortable explanation for all of this."
"We should go and find Brother Genitivi. The longer I'm here, the less I'm liking it." I said. Outside a group of villagers were awaiting us. They knew we found their altar and obviously had something to hide. They attacked us the minute we were outside. The ones nearby weren't hard to kill, but the archer was tricky. I saw Feonar getting shot by him and immediately rushed over with my daggers raised. Without thinking I sliced them through his neck twice. He barely had time to get his bow away and take his own weapons for close combat. I ran back to Feonar
and sat with him. I pulled out the arrow and kept pressure on the wound. Wynne walked over and casted a rejuvation spell on Feonar.
"There. Give it a minute and then you should be fine." she said while putting an extra poultice on, just in case.
"Thank you." I whispered to Wynne. She nodded and I let Feonar stand up. He seemed alright and his happy bark only confirmed this. We moved further into the village, trying to figure out what was happening here. When we
got to the top we noticed a building and noises coming out of there. When we moved in, it seemed like the whole village was in there.
"Just once I'd like to walk into one of these places and discover a lively dance, or a drinking festival. Or an orgy. But alas, no." Zevran said. I supressed a grin while I was walking towards the man who was preeching. I noticed his amulet around his neck the second I was in front of him. He stopped talking and gave me an angry glare.
"Ah, I already heard there were visitors in Haven. I expect you have enjoyed yourself?" he said.
"Not really! What is happening here? There is blood everywhere. Where is Brother Genitivi?" I demanded answers!
"That is none of your business. Everyone! This is what happens when you let outsiders in! Kill them!"
"I suppose violence is a solution... sometimes!" Leliana softly said. Everyone was getting their weapons out and started to fight off the villagers. I could hear Zevran's comments next to me.
"I hope I don't get blood all over me again." Despite being in a fight, I rather enjoyed the comments he could make. I tried to ignore what everyone was saying and moved to the man with the amulet. He was a mage and the
second I was in front of him he had ended his cast. I was the target of a Cone of Cold. I was frozen in place and I was freezing cold! I tried to speak up, but I couldn't. Alistair quickly noticed this and shield bashed him. Luckily I wasn't frozen for very long and when I got out I immediately sat over the man and stabbed my dagger in his chest. I rolled over and shivered.
"Ahh... 's... ssso... c...cold!" Morrigan came over and made a small fire to warm me up which I was very grateful for! While she did that, Alistair removed the amulet around the man's neck. - That must be good for something. It looks like that anyway. - After I warmed up a bit, we searched the rooms and finally found a hidden room. I could see it by the way the walls were made. There was an arch at the right side of the main room and even though it was completely made of stone there had to be a way to open it. I put my hands on it and pushed as hard as I could. The door moved back and slid aside. - It worked! - We could only hope Brother Genitivi was still alive and in this room.
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* "Katara, bas!" = "Die, thing!"
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