The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Bethany]

"Fucking Ciren's Ass!" Beth yelps. "Wha- Kabone? Is- you're- you're Shis-" Her eyes widen and she bolts for the rented house. "Zev, come on!"

[Zevran]

The merikos drow starts, then grins. "Adventurer's luck!" he chortles, then heads after her, tossing a wink at Isabela.

[Isabela]

"So I see," smirks Isabela. "First things first--"

And then she plants a kiss on Marian's lips, one heated enough to leave Carver sputtering. 

[Isabela]

The next few minutes are a jumble of activity: Carbonne and Shisou are joyously reunited; Isabela and Marian sneak off to the latter's quarters; Carver, giving up, goes to find Merrill and check on her; introductions are made in several directions. 

Half a hour later, Isabela makes her way down to the study with its wide-open windows, avoiding the parlor where Shiori, Beth, and Zev are deep in talks. "One of you called Tethras?" she asks, without much pre-amble, fingering a scroll-case inlaid with Dwarven runes. "The pup seemed to think so."

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene looks up, regarding the newcomer with shrewd, unreadable eyes. 

[Varric]

"One of," the dwarf agrees easily, careless smile on his lips and wariness in his eyes.

[Isabela]

Isabela gives the scroll case a twirl, then offers it to Varric. "We found this on a dead dwarf on the road. Seems like he was alone, on a swift horse, so probably a messenger. Dangerous work, if you don't know the surface well. Looks like a monster got him."

[Varric]

"So it is," Varric murmurs absently as he takes it. And who is sending me (Barty, informant, flun-) He stills, just for a second, at the rune for 'mechanism' paired with the one for 'bow' tucked away near some decorative scrollwork. Bianca... "Any idea how long dead?"

[Isabela]

"Not long. A few days, perhaps. Long enough for Vig's nose to pick them up, not long enough to be... unrecognizable." She hesitates, then adds, "But you got the message, so hopefully that's the important part."

[Varric]

Here's to hoping anyway... "Yeah, thanks. So... How did things work out in Nyra? Other than the obvious," he adds, nodding at Zevran. 

[Isabela]

"Marvelously," she says, with a playful chuckle. "Why, that poison you sold me, it was so effective it didn't leave a trace. He still believes he's alive and walking around, despite getting a full dose." 

[Varric]

Varric frowns. "Did he? That... well damn. Guess he's either more paranoid or more social climbing than I expected, if hes wearing poison protection magics. Or... Or he uses poison as well, and thus resistant," the dwarf considers, not noticing how he's stroking the side of the message with one finger in tiny, subtle motions.

[Isabela]

"Either way, I got what I wanted."

[Varric]

"Still... I might not have sold with a guarantee but... you need any alchemical supplies? I have a stock of your basic bruise balms, healing salves, anti-disease tonics, cleansing creams, smokeless matches and the like I'll sell you at cost as way of apology," he says, his merchant side coming to the fore.

[Isabela]

She grins. "There's one or two ingredients I'm running low on, if you take my meaning."