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"It's been almost 3 years Hawke you got your leg over just once?" Isabella asked chugging the last of her ale. A fair flush in her face a cheeky grin on her lips.
Arianne laughed waiting to see how her friend could talk her way out of such a blunt question, and folded her hand.
"I mean the champion of Kirkwall must have her pick of the men... Or women if your more into that." She cooed Placing her hand on Hawkes.
Drunkenly Hawke lifted Isabella's hand brushing it with her lips she smiled "I have a copy of the lusty Antivan maid to keep me warm at night."
"Speaking of lusty Antivans" Aveline asked chucking a few coins in the middle, "that crow you let go, he's staying at the Rose yes?"
Hawke blinked were slowly but her mind was far from sluggish. She raised an eyebrow to her friend "Have you been spying on me?"
"No no," Aveline waved her hands in defence "You were noticed going in there by one of my patrols. After the wounded coast..."
She rolled her eyes. "A girl can't just flirt with a man for fun any more."
Arianne came to her rescue. "You know what she's doing? Keeping him on the straight and narrow. I have been there every time."
"You want to keep Zevran straight?" Isabella interjected and laughed heartily
"Well" Hawke mused "Straight is subjective, but at least out of trouble. That one is mischief."
"Mischief and a good roll in the sack if you ever take him up on it Hawke." The rogue smirked.
"Rogues and thieves the lot of ya!" Arianne exclaimed.
"So you and Zevran?" Hawke shook her head "Isabella, you make the world smaller every day."
"Zevran and the Hero of Ferelden. Both at the same time."
Aveline's mouth hung agape, Arianne offered up her tankard for a congratulatory clank. Hawke chuckled quietly.
"Now there was a lovely lady." Isabella continued "Maker rest her soul," the women bowed their heads for the hero of Ferelden, the Warden that sacrificed herself to stop the blight and the arc demon.
"Aveline I'm surprised you had time to look into my affairs, after searching for, what was her name Varania." Hawke said trying to keep her voice light despite the sly tone creeping in.
Aveline spluttered on her ale. "How did you know about that?"
Hawke smiled, a gentle knowing smile "The men folk, like us have days where they too play cards, and I love Fenris with all my heart but the man doth like to partake." She made a chugging motion with her hands "and Varric tells me he's chatty when drunk."
"Your drunk!" Arianne blurted out.
"I am not drunk." Hawke rose to her full stature in her seat. "I am tipsy, I'm still sober enough to know that you my dearest folded on a perfectly good 2 pair, Aveline anted up with nothing in her hand. Isabella, our fair Isabella is sitting on a full house and hoping I won't notice."
Aveline tossed in her hand "Some days Hawke you are too much."
"How did you..." Isabella stammered.
Hawke placed her hands upon the table and fixed Isabella with her most upstanding and matronly look she could muster. "Your flashing me more than just a wonderful view of your cleavage."
Arianne clapped her friend on the back "Ever observant, just like we were taught back home,"
Isabella threw in her hand and crossed her arms "You'd think at least my bosom would cloud your judgment. Maybe I'm loosing my touch."
Arianne consoled the rogue "Don't fret, Hawke only ever plays to win, and not a pretty face could sway her from her mission."

The night grew late, the women had given up on cards, finished the ale, had a hearty supper and were making their goodbyes as Hawke caught Aveline before she could grasp the great oak door.
"Did you find any thing about Varania?" She asked softly making sure Arianne was out of ear shot.
The guards woman shook her head "Nothing so far. I know Fenris is trying to get her to come here, that's why he has me checking. He thinks its a trap."
Hawke chewed on her thumb and frowned "I doubt he's wrong. Have you had any more issue with slavers in Kirkwall? After we dealt with the ones smuggling the mages."
Aveline sighed "It troubles me to say so but yes. A few more reports from the alienage, and also from Darktown, humans, two young boys training to be warriors."
"Human?" It was very uncommon for a human that wasn't a Mage to be taken into slavery. More elves were kept, no one missed one more elf from the alienage. "What kind of warriors where they training to become?"
"One of the boys friends spoke of a kind of blood magic they were using. Techniques that they could use to feel no pain, and to suck the life of another out of them."
"Reavers." Hawke breathed, the beginnings of a plan formulating in her head.
"Are you planning something Hawke?"
She smiled opening the door for her friend "Aveline I am always planning something."
Trudging tiredly back up the stairs to her room. Arianne leant on the bannister waiting to bid her goodnight.
"There is mischief written all over your face my friend." She said.
Hawke looked up. Letting her thumb fall from her mouth. "I think I need to squeeze a crow for some information."

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"It's been almost 3 years Hawke you got your leg over just once?" Isabella asked chugging the last of her ale. A fair flush in her face a cheeky grin on her lips.
Arianne laughed waiting to see how her friend could talk her way out of such a blunt question, and folded her hand.
"I mean the champion of Kirkwall must have her pick of the men... Or women if your more into that." She cooed Placing her hand on Hawkes.
Drunkenly Hawke lifted Isabella's hand brushing it with her lips she smiled "I have a copy of the lusty Antivan maid to keep me warm at night."
"Speaking of lusty Antivans" Aveline asked chucking a few coins in the middle, "that crow you let go, he's staying at the Rose yes?"
Hawke blinked were slowly but her mind was far from sluggish. She raised an eyebrow to her friend "Have you been spying on me?"
"No no," Aveline waved her hands in defence "You were noticed going in there by one of my patrols. After the wounded coast..."
She rolled her eyes. "A girl can't just flirt with a man for fun any more."
Arianne came to her rescue. "You know what she's doing? Keeping him on the straight and narrow. I have been there every time."
"You want to keep Zevran straight?" Isabella interjected and laughed heartily
"Well" Hawke mused "Straight is subjective, but at least out of trouble. That one is mischief."
"Mischief and a good roll in the sack if you ever take him up on it Hawke." The rogue smirked.
"Rogues and thieves the lot of ya!" Arianne exclaimed.
"So you and Zevran?" Hawke shook her head "Isabella, you make the world smaller every day."
"Zevran and the Hero of Ferelden. Both at the same time."
Aveline's mouth hung agape, Arianne offered up her tankard for a congratulatory clank. Hawke chuckled quietly.
"Now there was a lovely lady." Isabella continued "Maker rest her soul," the women bowed their heads for the hero of Ferelden, the Warden that sacrificed herself to stop the blight and the arc demon.
"Aveline I'm surprised you had time to look into my affairs, after searching for, what was her name Varania." Hawke said trying to keep her voice light despite the sly tone creeping in.
Aveline spluttered on her ale. "How did you know about that?"
Hawke smiled, a gentle knowing smile "The men folk, like us have days where they too play cards, and I love Fenris with all my heart but the man doth like to partake." She made a chugging motion with her hands "and Varric tells me he's chatty when drunk."
"Your drunk!" Arianne blurted out.
"I am not drunk." Hawke rose to her full stature in her seat. "I am tipsy, I'm still sober enough to know that you my dearest folded on a perfectly good 2 pair, Aveline anted up with nothing in her hand. Isabella, our fair Isabella is sitting on a full house and hoping I won't notice."
Aveline tossed in her hand "Some days Hawke you are too much."
"How did you..." Isabella stammered.
Hawke placed her hands upon the table and fixed Isabella with her most upstanding and matronly look she could muster. "Your flashing me more than just a wonderful view of your cleavage."
Arianne clapped her friend on the back "Ever observant, just like we were taught back home,"
Isabella threw in her hand and crossed her arms "You'd think at least my bosom would cloud your judgment. Maybe I'm loosing my touch."
Arianne consoled the rogue "Don't fret, Hawke only ever plays to win, and not a pretty face could sway her from her mission."

The night grew late, the women had given up on cards, finished the ale, had a hearty supper and were making their goodbyes as Hawke caught Aveline before she could grasp the great oak door.
"Did you find any thing about Varania?" She asked softly making sure Arianne was out of ear shot.
The guards woman shook her head "Nothing so far. I know Fenris is trying to get her to come here, that's why he has me checking. He thinks its a trap."
Hawke chewed on her thumb and frowned "I doubt he's wrong. Have you had any more issue with slavers in Kirkwall? After we dealt with the ones smuggling the mages."
Aveline sighed "It troubles me to say so but yes. A few more reports from the alienage, and also from Darktown, humans, two young boys training to be warriors."
"Human?" It was very uncommon for a human that wasn't a Mage to be taken into slavery. More elves were kept, no one missed one more elf from the alienage. "What kind of warriors where they training to become?"
"One of the boys friends spoke of a kind of blood magic they were using. Techniques that they could use to feel no pain, and to suck the life of another out of them."
"Reavers." Hawke breathed, the beginnings of a plan formulating in her head.
"Are you planning something Hawke?"
She smiled opening the door for her friend "Aveline I am always planning something."
Trudging tiredly back up the stairs to her room. Arianne leant on the bannister waiting to bid her goodnight.
"There is mischief written all over your face my friend." She said.
Hawke looked up. Letting her thumb fall from her mouth. "I think I need to squeeze a crow for some information."