The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Marian Hawke]

"Uh-huh. Because that's believable. Either it was us, or she knew there were strangers in town and she didn't want to get her boyfriend in trouble."

[NPCs]

"My- Mistheart is an honest and gentle girl who would never do such a thing. She has been a part of our community her entire life and is known to all of us."  Behind the posse, a pair of elves can be seen rushing towards the camp as fast as mortally possible.

[Marian Hawke]

"And Merrill? Shouldn't she be known to all of you? Given she's also lived here her whole life?"

[NPCs]

"She... has been a resident," Elder Jorim allows. "But she is a troubled girl, prone to fits and flights of fancy.  Which does not mean that I will not need you to reveal where you have taken her," he adds fimly.

[Varric]

"Yeah, still wondering about that Truthing," Varric commented, also rather curious as to who the two elves running towards them are.

[Marian Hawke]

Where I've taken her? She's right behind me, isn't she?"Alright, Seeker, are we doing this here or going somewhere?"

[NPCs]

"As if we would allow outsiders to use their own-" He cuts off as he finally notices the two approaching elves. One is clad in tanned leathers and study cotton trousers, a flute hanging on his hip and a pair of heavy daggers in leg sheaths. He looks rough and weathered but in a way that makes him come of roguish and appealing- the only thing missing is a layer of stubble that his elven nature prevents to complete the image of the rakish wanderer. The other elf is a bit older- not not nearly as Jorim, who looks to be easily in the descent of his third century- and less accustomed to running like this based on his red and sweaty face. Also notable to the second elf is the chestnut leaf amulet bouncing on his chest as he comes to a stop. 

Lips pressing tightly, Jorim quickly hurries onward as the other two try to suck in air. "Now, throw down your weapons! The four of you young ladies are to present yourselves to be bound until we are able to determine which of you-"

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Unacceptable!" Lightsong snaps. Four young ladies? Twins, Marian and... Soushi-hime is in her  male disguise so... "We are willing to accompany you to your village to undergo a Truthing in public before our accuser but we will not be treated as criminals unjudged!"

[Marian Hawke]

"We're coming willingly, but you're not tying anyone up," agrees Marian.

[NPCs]

Varric hums softly, considering this demand and debating on how to reply. Before he can however, the newcomers get enough wind to demand, "Elder Jorim, explain- explain this!"

The oldest elf scowls darkly. "I am arresting these culprits for the assault on Mistheart. There is no need for you to trouble yourself. Return to the village."

"Arresting?" The newcomer sweeps the group in front of him with his gaze. "With over a dozen of our hunters and mages?"

"Given the great savagery of the act, I have decided that such is necessary, Mart-""

"Elder Marthuc," the newcomer snaps. "I may be the youngest on the council but I am still your equal, Elder Jorim."

[Carver Amell]

Carol snorts softly. Savagery. A noble lady with a bootknife takes you down, you should know better than to pick on anyone.

[Marian Hawke]

"He just storms in here with weapons drawn -- we thought he was a bandit!" says Marian, batting her eyelashes, sounding far less combative than before -- more dainty, breathless. "I was prepared to fight for my life! Then he throws around nasty words claiming I've done something wrong. I offered to submit to a truthing but this brute insists on tying me up!" 

[Varric]

Varric has to pull on every scrap of training and talent to not show his amusement or pride, instead adopting a protective but relieved face. "We were terribly worried, Elder Marthuc," he agrees.

[Haliel Lightsong]

Not nearly as skilled, Lightsong's surprise and bafflement show clearly. Thankfully, she turns to face Marian so at least they can't see most of it.

[NPCs]

"I- you threatened us with your knife!" Elder Jorim exclaims. "Over a dozen of us saw it!"

"...a dozen strangers armed with bows, wands and staff... and you are claiming you were threatened by a slip of a girl with a belt knife?" the other newcomer, the one with the flute, asks brightly. His very tone decies him both amazed and astounded beyond all measure by this news, even unto the point of wonder and splendorous awe.