The Winter's Queen [Magus AU]

[Helene Dakesh]

"Wait, please, please listen!" Helene cries, moving to the open doorway.  "This one did not-- I did not mean for--"

[Isabela]

Isabela sits bolt upright. In truth, the talking had begun to rouse her, and the shouting, that was hardened into her from sea life. She rolls out of bed in a flash, grabbing only pants as she begins loading her knives into sheaths hidden in her trousers.

[Tethras Clan]

"Trouble in Preacher's Way. Undead. Hawke and Varric and... maybe Merrill," Zevran rattles off. "Varric might... down."

[Helene Dakesh]

"Guardwoman Vallen," adds  Helene, from the doorway. "Vallen and the elf are also... down." They search Zevran's body language, desperately trying to take a cue from him  how to act, how to respond.  

[Isabela]

Isabela pauses, one knife only halfway into her back sheath.  "Varric, Aveline, and  Merrill are all-- Tell me we're fleeing the city."

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran's head snaps over to Isabela. "What? Of course not, we have to get to Hawke. Recover their bodies."

[Isabela]

"Something killed all three of them, it'll eat us up for dinner. Live first, mourn second." Isabela shakes her head.

[Tethras Clan]

"Then we don't fight. We go in quiet. If we see an opening, we take it, otherwise we just get them out and go," he counters. "I am not leaving them," Zevran grits out, moving to toss on his armour and what little gear he bothers with.

[Helene Dakesh]

"You don't understand." Helene clutches the notebook, desperate to stop from  wringing their hands. "There is no-- there is no rescuing Hawke."

[Isabela]

"Hang on -- who's this?  What do you know, little girl? Have you seen the situation?" Isabela turns her attention  to the person in the doorway. 

[Tethras Clan]

"S- They're not a child, it's a curse or something," Zevran says distractedly. "They're an oracle, they saw- what did you see about Hawke? Why can't I get her? Stop dancing around it and just say it.

[Helene Dakesh]

"Hawke is no longer among the living. Hawke is...  probably controlling the scourge." Helene's voice is quiet, their eyes large and sorrowful. "This one apologi-- This one is so sorry, this one... did not succeed in their goal."

[Tethras Clan]

"Bullshit," Zevran says simply. "Hawke would never." He quickly finishes securing his armour. Healing potions, going to need healing poitions.

[Helene Dakesh]

"There was a spell. I did not see-- Hawke took control of it, and then, somehow, it took control of the falco-- Hawke. It transformed her." 

[Isabela]

Isabela pulls on her blouse, starts on her boots. "This sounds worse and worse, Zevran."