The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Marian Hawke]

"Better. I had a nice walk." Marian smiles. 

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene, meanwhile, grins at Varric, moving to take his hand gently. "We have much news. We should gather and disseminate said news. But this one missed Varric greatly."

[Varric]

He takes it firmly, a smile in his eyes if not on his lips. "News is good. Glad to hear it from you." The emphasis on the pronoun is slight, but there.

[Helene Dakesh]

Still holding Varric's hand, Helene ushers the group to the fire pit, each taking a seat in their accustomed places. 

"First and foremost, I regret to inform Marian Hawke that her mother has passed on."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian starts. "She... what? Mother is... what?"

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel hisses softly, then wraps an arm around Marian's shoulders. "Deep breath, amata," she murmurs. "Deep breath."

[Marian Hawke]

"How? When?" demands Marian. 

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene hesitates, shifting a little. "The cause appears to be suicide. Shortly after we fled Nyra. Carver is now the Light."

[Varric]

"Well shite," Varric says slowly. "Wait, why did they go back? When?"

[Helene Dakesh]

"This one was unable to get close, but this one understands that Captain Aveline Vallen and Roland are the strongest supporters of Carver's lighthood, and suspects that they had much to do with the return. The family has once more taken up residence in the Amell estate, and are planning a funeral shortly. This one hurried back to inform Marian in case she wished to attend."

[Marian Hawke]

"There's no way," says Marian, her voice low but intense. "There's no way my mother killed herself. There's no way."

[Zevran]

"Vallen? Bright's Vallen of the guard?" At Helene's confirmation, Zevran whistles softly. "That is well for them then. I heard much of her during my time in Nyra. She is truly one of Vangal's; loyal, protective, noble, staid, righteous and unyielding." He smirks a little. "More than once did I hear her name cursed for foiling one illicit plan or another."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Can we pause a moment," Haliel orders as she shifts to pull Marian closer. "Hey, look at me? Marian."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian tugs free of Lightsong, her wings flaring up as if to flee. "There's no way. She would never. There must have been -- she must have been--"

[Zevran]

"Given what we know, who she was involved with, it would not be so out of thought that she was, ah, made to do such a thing," Zevran suggests. "I was his most skilled, but far from his only pet killer. And many of his others were," he grimaces, "more suited for such tasks."