Imprints in Stone [AU]

[Tethras Clan]

"While I can understand you assuming that such splendor as myself and dearest Isabela could not possibly exist without a direct act of the divine, he is also here," Zevran points out, nodding at Varric.

[Varric]

"Hilarious. Yes, we're real. Very real. I'm Liz's foster father and we're breaking you both out because this place is a cesspit," Varric says bluntly.

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Liz..." she says, blinking at him. "That sounds.... familiar... but I don't..."

She glances at the door, then, shaking her head. "Okay. I'm not hallucinating," she agrees, taking a deep breath. "i'm a little... the drugs are... but I can think alright. I heard... something. I must have misunderstood what I overheard."

[Varric]

"You mean the Honorless Judge Harrod paying the doctor here to quietly kill you? No, that was also real," Varric says in an not unkind voice. "Again, not your father, not anymore."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She shudders. "Vanish," she says, her tone flat. "Maybe he meant to smuggle me out?"

[Varric]

Varric sighs gently, reaching over to rub her arm. "Don't do that to yourself. Face the truth."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She takes a deep breath, shuddering once more. "Okay," she whispers. "Okay. I... My kin disowned me. I was disinherited at the trial and sent here, I was... of course he wanted me removed. Of course."

She buries her face in her hands, as the light begins to glow between them. "Go," she whispers. "Save your daughter. I-- it's too late for me anyway, but she... she deserves to be saved."

Then there's nothing but a brooch, shaped like a gavel. Slowly, the door creaks open to reveal a hallway, empty of people.

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran silently slips over to take the broach, pinning it to his shirt with the others. "Ma'bela, my love, perhaps after this is all over, we should take ourselves a little vacation in Glaley. What say you?" he murmurs.

[Isabela]

"Yes," she says flatly. 

[Varric]

"I'll pay your way," Varric mutters as he heads for the door. "Let's finish this up."

[GamesMaster]

The hallway leads past other doors to a common area; they find themselves among inmates, many of whom are doing art, playing with simple toys, or reading. None of them have faces, though the orderlies do; they attend to the patients, keeping an eye on them, overall keeping things running.

A sign overhead from the wing they exited reads "Violent/Incurable patients wing". As they enter the common area, an orderly steps out and smiles at them. "Ah, visitors. Can I help you find someone?"

[Varric]

Varric studies the orderly for a moment. "Liz Tethras," he says crisply.

[GamesMaster]

"Oh, actually, she's back this way. Follow me," says the orderly with a smile, turning to lead them down the wing they came from. 

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran stares a moment. "Was not expecting that to work," he whispers to Isabel as they follow.

[GamesMaster]

"Let's see here," she says, as they reach the end of the hall and turn a corner that wasn't there before. "108, 109... ah, here we go, Liz Tethras, 110. I'll just pop inside and give her her meds so you can visit, won't take me long," she says, cheerfully.