The Winter's Queen [Magus AU]

[Carver Amell]

We need to keep Hunter away from them. I could barely tell from a distance, I'm not sure a description is enough to go on. "Hey girl, hey Beka, good girl." 

[Tethras Clan]

Beka's ears perk up at her the sound of her name and she gives Carver a steady look. ~Hunter is Beke's littermate,~ Varric adds. ~Probably scents him on you. Or maybe she can tell you're Hawke's blood. Or both.~

Dog ambles over, absently chewing on a bit armour. Beka's ears go back and she stares at Dog, looking a bit awed.

[Carver Amell]

"...Dog, this is Beka. Beka, this is-- I'm sorry, is there a name you prefer?" he asks, rubbing the back of his head. "I feel weird just calling you 'Dog'."

[Tethras Clan]

Dog gives Caver a look. "Woof," he says blandly.

~...Dog it is then, I guess?~

Beka, somewhat timidly, stretches her neck out to sniff at Dog, who politely sniffs back.

[Carver Amell]

"Right... Woof indeed." He rubs the back of his neck. "I don't know why I bothered. Alright, Dog, Beka, let's get going." 

[Tethras Clan]

Dog chuffles softly, moving to nudge Carver with his shoulder. Seems no hard feelings? Dog gives Beka a friendly lick on the ear, getting a tail wag in reply. Shaking a little, he lifts his head then, sniffing the air deeply. Alright... off we go.

[GamesMaster]

He'd managed to escape from the undead -- a green woman, floating, her hair lifting as though she were underwater, who laughed like a hag and attacked him with green fire that sickened him, draining the strength from his limbs -- but now he was lost. Weak, nauseated, and walking on a sprained ankle, Zevran found himself facing a long hallway, a number of rooms on either side. This was clearly quarters at one time, someplace where those who had dedicated themselves to Mileen could take refuge from the world; most of the doors were dusty, but at the end of the hall was a staircase, and three of the rooms nearest it had wooden plaques on them. 

[Tethras Clan]

Oh, to have Wynne or... His heart seizes, his head swims, his eyes burn. "Merrill," Zevran murmurs softly, barely even a whisper. "Focus." Focus. Focus. Free Hawke and Merrill. Kill the lich. Keep Isabela alive. And, of course, stay alive long enough to do all that. With a quick tug, Zevran pulls off an old plaque, intending to use the frame as shivs if needs them.

[GamesMaster]

The plaques are new; the one in his hands reads, oddly enough, "Zevran". Wait. Is this....? 

One of the doors behind him opens, and Isabela's head pops out. "Zevran?" She hisses. "Where are we?"

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran stares a moment, then flips the plaque around to show her. "My place, evidently," he murmurs. "We... need to go," he adds, leaning against the wall.

[Isabela]

"Yes, we do." She agrees, pale. Let's just hope nobody is home...

[Tethras Clan]

"My leg is twisted and I had..." Zevran winces a little. "A run in with a ghost or something. I'm afraid you'll have to scout."

[Isabela]

She nods. "Stay put, maybe have a sit in there while I check for hostiles ahead."

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran glances at the room set aside for him and shudders. "Perhaps Varric's room," he says, limping a little further down the hall.

[Isabela]

"Let me make sure he's not in it," she says, moving ahead to open the door. It is, thankfully, empty; the room has a bed, a dresser, a desk, a loveseat, looking oddly like someone shoved a bed into Varric's office as far as layout