The Winter's Queen [Magus AU]

[Tethras Clan]

"Take a few moments to gather yourself, I am... going to create a distraction. If you can.."He pauses, then smiles faintly. "Actually, I have an idea. It's... a little... awkward, perhaps, but could I have your pants? And earrings?" Leather should stay fairly unburnt...

[Isabela]

"All you ever have to do to get in my pants is ask," she promises, unbuttoning them. She's not dumb -- she has some idea what he's doing. Faking her death will probably avoid pursuit. Still, she's glad she has silk bloomers on underneath, providing more coverage than the new style 'panties' Hawke prefers. She unfastens her earrings as well, handing them both over to him. 

[Tethras Clan]

"Be ready to run, this... might cause a bit of a stir," he says softly as he takes her offerings. First dress that zombie that delivered the whiskey. Then free Merrill and Aveline, toss the zombie in their room and light them all ablaze. Should be confusing enough to throw off any immediate pursuit at least.

[GamesMaster]

They are about to leave when Dog smells the smoke wafting from up ahead, and the sickening, particular smell of burnt flesh and hair. 

[NPCs]

A moment later and Dog's ears perk up. He growls softly, hinting for the two humans to hide quickly.

[Theta "T" Roidmet]

T presses Carver behind a shelf, covering him with her body. He tries to protest; up close, he can feel the damp blood seeping through her bandaged torso. But she covers his mouth with one hand, waiting. 

[Tethras Clan]

"Little bit more, ma'bela," Zevran whispers softly as he helps her along. Between her general weak condition,and his ankle- not that he's feeling on the top of his game on the whole of things either- but he's more mobile than her for certain. As they get closer, Zevran tenses, perhaps sensing their presence, even if he's not sure what or where he's noticed something.

[Carver Amell]

Carver tries to push T off him once Varric points out who it is; she holds her hand over his mouth, tense, ready to attack. She, of course, can't see in the dark. 

[Tethras Clan]

~Try licking her hand,~ Varric suggests.

[Carver Amell]

She's going to throw me again, asshole. Still, he tries. And, as she goes to throw him, hisses, "Zevran!"

He still hits the ground with a thud, but a moment later, T steps out from her hiding place, knives at the ready, instead of ambushing them. 

[Tethras Clan]

~Any reason why you don't stop her from doing that?~ Varric asks.

Zevran tenses, then sags slightly as he sees T- and then Dog a second later. "We need to go," he gasps out.

[Carver Amell]

I don't want to hurt a little girl. The way she moves, she's got a cracked rib, not a lot I can to do stop her without hurting her. Hell, it probably hurts like a bitch when she throws me. Carver climbs to his feet, leaning on his sword, then slings it on his back again, moving toward them. "Here, let me," he says softly once he's got breath enough, moving to pick up Isabela in his arms. 

[Tethras Clan]

"Thank you," Zevran says simply. "Where's Helene?"

[Carver Amell]

"At Lelldorin's," he says, making the judgement call. We need to fall back. T's injured, Isabela's injured, I don't like the way Zevran's limping. "We just came to get you before meeting up." 

[Tethras Clan]

~Hey, that was actually pretty good,~ Varric notes dispassionately. ~Watch your hands when you lie though. You twitched your fingers, just a touch. Nervous tick.~

Zevran seems out of it enough to not notice however. "Good. We... I got... Merrill and Aveline but... the two of us need healing," he admits.