Blood from Stone [AU]

[Varric]

Varric winces. No, they wouldn't (strange ass magic effect, still need to study for duplication). Looking at Merrill, he nods slightly, causing the elf to begin to cast and inspect him. "N-name. Mallick. Get. Mallic-gick. He scowls, face twisting with frustration. Trumming his fingers on his leg, he takes a few deep breaths and looks around. Spotting a candle, he hobbles over to grab it. "Sissss- Silll..."

[Tethras Clan]

"Silver?" Aveline guess, getting a nod. "What about it?"

Unobtrusively, Kevin slips over to move Helene's notebook closer to nem. 

[Varric]

Great. Now the second part. "Sail." He shakes the candlestick, then repeats, "Sail. Ska. Ale."

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene takes the notebook gratefully, picking up the pencil tied to it with string and beginning to write. The writing is hard, it seems, as Helene takes much care over each word, over the formation of each letter.

[GamesMaster]

"The Silver Scale?" asks Miki, quietly, the first words he's spoken in hours. "What about him?"

[Tethras Clan]

Silver Scale? Why would- oh. Cindy is the Silver Scale, of course. She must be out fighting in the riots or maybe at the prison. Still, that... He must know something else, something Cindy hadn't thought to mention. "I... think I know what you're getting at," she says slowly. "Do you think they're together?"

[Carver Amell]

"If so, maybe we can send an Animal Messenger to this Scale guy?" asks Carver, slowly. "It failed before, trying to send to Liz or Cindy, almost like it didn't know who they were or.... or they were..."

[Varric]

"Mallick." Varric says firmly.

[Bethany]

"Marian is fine," Beth snaps at almost the same exact time.

[Carver Amell]

"Right. Of course. It's some magic thing," he says, firmly. "We'll try to get word to the Scale. Merrill? Can you still cast?"

[Tethras Clan]

"I don't have any Sending left but I have an Animal Messenger. But that goes to a place, not a a person," she says thoughtfully, still mostly focused on Varric. By her expression, the results are not very good.

[GamesMaster]

"I can go look," says Miki quietly. "I know places. Good at finding cat-cat, good at finding skins. Check house, friend-house, hospital, guard-house. Quick-quick." 

[Carver Amell]

"You're wounded," objects Carver.

[GamesMaster]

"Fierce hunter," protests Miki, a little stronger.

On the couch, Don flinches under Beth's hand. Oh, he must be awake by now.

[Bethany]

Bethany takes a deep breath to calm herself, then glances down at feeling the movement. "Hey," she whispers, stroking the fur atop his head. "You're safe. I'm right here."