The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Varric]

"Good. Sorta. Good long-run." Turning fully, he hands her another vial, then points at the unused bucket. "Drink, aim there. The first coats, the second purges. I have some candied ginger you can chew on after."

[Marian Hawke]

She takes the vial, making a face. "Dammit, really? I told you I'd be fine."

[Varric]

"And if it's a two-stage poison?" he asks bluntly. "Five minutes of nasty now or shitting out your internal organs later."

[Marian Hawke]

"I'll take my chances," she mutters, but it's clear she doesn't mean it. Instead, she uncorks the vial with a sigh, kneels next to the bucket, and drains the vial. 

Sure enough, she vomits almost immediately, coughing as it tapers off. Fuck. I hate throwing up.

[Varric]

"Sorry," Varric murmurs sympathetically. "After you finish, we'll question the staff here to find out who wants me dead, then I'll buy you a proper dinner to make up for it. We can get something to take back to Seeker's."

[Marian Hawke]

"Yay," she says bitterly, wiping her mouth with her napkin. "Maybe someone wants me dead, ever think of that?" she asks, clearly sarcastically. 

[Varric]

"In fairness, if you were here openingly, I would suspect you first given that it should be pretty well know that I brew. And, obviously, dwarf. But given that it's my name that's known... probably me," Varric says with amusement. 

[Marian Hawke]

"I mean, I could have been made -- maybe someone recognized me and wants to keep me from my family?" she hazards. "Or one of Jadan's enemies wants to send him a warning by killing his dog trainer?" I mean, it's probably Varric but...

[Varric]

"Worth keeping an open mind," he allows, though he doubts it. "More likely someone protesting the engagement than someone that care about Jadan. He might be approving your paychecks, but it's coming from the Amell fortune for training Carol's dog."

[Marian Hawke]

"Yeah, but it's clear he and Carol's only real arguments are over the dog. She adores Hunter, but the mabari keeps trying to attack Jadan's cat. Jadan's been bit a few times trying to separate them, that's why he insisted on hiring me. So. If it's about the pair of them, trying to split them u--"

...Did Beth try to have me killed?

Now that sends her pale.

[Varric]

"Then there are about a hundred noblemen and a dozen times that in merchants that would love to split them up," Varric finishes with a nod. "Not the most clever of methods really but amateurs abound, I could see it. Mostly because it sounds like a bad bard tale. People actually take cues form that dross."

[Marian Hawke]

Yeah. Probably someone else. Probably. Maybe. "Yeah," she admits, trying to make herself believe it. What's wrong with me, jumping right to my sister like that? Just because she was acting weird today? No, she would never do such a thing. Never.

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene is in heaven.

She isn't actually dead, of course. But she might as well be to her newfound friends. She's discovered a topic of interest, and she's gone all-in on researching -- one of her favorite states of being. She can be found most days in a private nook, surrounded by stacks of books and long-forgotten, cold tea. Normally her apprentice would keep that refreshed, urge her to eat, but her apprentice has abandoned her as well is off doing her own thing, which is totally fine, because Helene has a project and that's all Helene has ever needed in her entire life. 

Everything's fine. This is great. Plenty of time to study. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Seeker Helene? Seeker Helene. Seeker Helene!" Scowling slightly, Lightsong reaches over to grasp the oracle's shoulder and gives it a firm but gentle. How long has she been focusing this hard?

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene starts when touched, looking up and blinking. "Ah! Ray Lightsong. Greetings."