The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Helene Dakesh]

"Would a change of subject help? There is more news," says Helene, trying to make ner voice as kind as possible. 

[Varric]

"Maybe something lighter?" Varric suggests swiftly.

[Helene Dakesh]

"Ah..." Helene hesitates. "The Black Street Players are putting on a performance of The Wolf Turned Man that is said to be a spectacularly fun evening?"

[Marian Hawke]

Marian gives a bitter laugh. "Thanks, Helene."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Why don't we take a few minutes to let or returning family to settle in before we continue?" Haliel offers a hand to Marian.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian nods, wiping at her eyes as the tears start. "I -- I'm going to brew," she says quietly. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

"I can keep you company, with a book," Haliel volunteers when she sees Varric hesitating. Given how shaken Marian is, she shouldn't be brewing alone but the dwarf really wants to get the latest news so he can start planning.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian nods. "I'll be okay, but, you're welcome to stay. I just-- I just need a few minutes. Sorry."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"I like watching you brew,* Haliel says almost shyly. "You have this air about you. Not aggressive really, but... relentless? Focused and confident. And somehow peaceful despite that."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian blushes a bit as she stands, offering a hand to help Haliel up. Then they are gone, heading into one of the tents to find Marian's brewing supplies. 

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene turns to Varric, worrying ner lower lip. "Most of the news is bad. We made contact with Brianne, the guide we had previously hired. She was not in suitable condition to travel."

[Varric]

"She get made by..." Varric trails off at Isabela and Helene's expressions. "Guessing it was less, ah, heroic or dramatic a reason?"

[Isabela]

"She's using," says Isabela, frowning. "Nine chances in ten. I've seen that look before. We should cut her loose."

[Zevran]

"I suspect our beacon of morality will protest such a course of action," Zevran comments, inclining his head towards the tent. "Bad, do you think?"

[Isabela]

"She's all skin and bones, with a glassy look in her eye."