The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene hesitates, shifting a little, biting at nir lower lip. "Well... not nuts, exactly, but... there are things that cannot be obtained in the Oak that larger cities have. It is acceptable -- this one would not leave, only, this one is accustomed to-- but nothing is urgent."

[Varric]

"Seeker?" he says coaxingly.

[Helene Dakesh]

"It's just... the paper quality here is not as fine as this one is used to, and this one is nearing the end of the current journal... and, well, inks, of course, this one can only find certain shades locally... and sweets. Marsh-mallows and caramels and mints and chocolates..."

[Varric]

"Marsh-mallows, caramel, mint and chocolate," Varric repeats, clearly making a mental note of that. Hmm. You know... "Good to know."

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene flushes. "T-truly, it is alright, this one does not need..."

[Varric]

"It's traditional to give sweets or flowers to your date and you seem more interested in things with a purpose beyond aesthetics," Varric says firmly. "As a note, I like sweetmeats, dried figs and honeycomb. Given the... unorthodox nature of our... relationship, I figure we can take turns playing the role of suitor, with the other being the courted?"

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene nods, smiling a touch. "Acceptable," ne declares. 

[Varric]

"Good," he says softly, smiling at nem. After a moment, he suddenly seems to notice the parchment in his hand and his good humor floods out. "So. Orzammar."

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene nods. "Lightsong and Marian," ne recaps. "Any others?"

[Varric]

Varric frowns. "Not the twins or Merrill, which means not Shisou either- she's here for Beth more than anyone else after all. I don't know enough about Zevran or Isabela to know if that's a good idea. Could talk to Beth, I suppose, in addition to them tonight."

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene nods. "Understood. If the twins are remaining here, this one assumes they will be tasked with aiding Dau?"

[Varric]

"Shit," Varric mutters. "We'll need to talk to Dau, ask what kind of-"

[NPCs]

"Yes?" a bush asks a few yards to their left. A second later, the bush blinks, looking down at the crossbow bolt sticking through it. "...my apologies. I did not mean to startle you."

[Helene Dakesh]

Helene bows, hands clasped together. "Greetings, Bright Dau. An emergency situation has occurred, and several of our party need to leave immediately to handle it. Those that remain will be responsible for paying the group's debt to you and your divine patron. Is that acceptable?"

[NPCs]

Dua blinks slowly, mulling that over. "The debt owed is owed by the mortal Carver Hawke, son of Malcolm Gold Hawk." Mortals are so very strange, with their names. "It may be paid by a willing party but the debt is his to pay."