The Winter's Queen [Magus AU]

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene frowns. "This one is not as familiar with the older temples. This one knows where to obtain information about the sewers, but does not have it immediately."

[Tethras Clan]

"How much of a delay?" Zevran asks, frowning.

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene shakes their head. "This one suspects the information is within the stores of knowledge of a contact this one knows, but they live in the area populated by catfolk. This one does not suggest visiting."

[Tethras Clan]

"Right... okay, then we'll just have to scout ahead as best we can. Who can see in the dark besides me?" Zevran asks. Dog wuffs softly.

~I.... huh, I can, actually. I wouldn't be able to pass things on fast enough for a fight really, but I can at least keep you from running into a wall or something.~

[Carver Amell]

"Varric volunteers to scout," offers Carver. 

[Tethras Clan]

~What? No, I mean from inside your head. I can still see like I used to. The closer we get, the less I want to be outside the refuge you provide,~ Varric says quickly. ~But I can give you a constant update on what I see so you don't walk into things. Could probably give you a general idea on where to swing for that matter.~ He pauses, mulling something over in his head. Well, in Carver's head. ~If you're willing, we could also try to see if I can... borrow your eyes or something. Overlap might be more accurate. Might let you see what I do if it works.~

[Carver Amell]

Damn. I guess it was too much to hope for a few minutes to myself. I'd rather you not take over my body again, if it's all the same. I can manage. Out loud he corrects, "Or apparently, he's just offering to tell us if he sees something from inside my body."

[Tethras Clan]

~Figured you'd like it even less if I got thralled or addled by the necromantic energy out there,~ Varric snipes back. ~Particularly given I've already shown a knack for possessing you.~

"I am curious- do you share thoughts? Can you feel your body as one can their own?" Zevran asks.

[Carver Amell]

"Share, no. But I can hear him and he me. It's uncomfortable." He shudders a bit. "You're welcome to him if you can figure out how to make it work."

[Tethras Clan]

~Not exactly whiskey and ledgers for me either,~ Varric grumbles back. ~So about that sewer approach? There's an access point down the street, across from the playhouse.~

[Carver Amell]

Whiskey and...? Your life sounds riveting. "This way."

[Tethras Clan]

~Hey, don't knock it until you try it,~ Varric replies.

[Carver Amell]

The sewers are, unsurprisingly, disgusting. Thankfully, they don't have to go too far before they can surface again into the lower catacombs under the temple, where former Quiet's skulls were preserved as a monument to their service. "Creepy," Carver mutters, shuddering.

[Tethras Clan]

~Ehh, seen worse. There's a sect of Cirenite that preserve the, ah, most impressive attribute of each Joyous' mortal shell,~ Varric says absently. ~Or a sect of Vangalites that donate their bones for mortar, repairs and expansions of their fort-temple.~

[Carver Amell]

And now he's picturing a row of dismembered penises. Or do they pickle them? Now he's picturing them in jars. Or-- Carver Hawke, get your mind out of the gutter!