Disclaimer: Bioware owns Dragon Age.. I'm just retelling stories as they played out in my mind.
Zevran Arainai watched his target from the cover of the forest. She was beautiful human, even he could tell that from his distant post, and under different circumstances he would attempt to seduce her. He chucked to himself, he might still attempt seduction. Mixing work with pleasure made his line of work all the more thrilling. He pulled himself away from thoughts of womanly moans and poisons as his leathers started to become a little too snug and returned to his investigating.
The female was in the middle of a conversation with a blond haired human male. Their body language signaled their mutual attraction from Orlais to Antiva. Based from the descriptions he was given, he concluded that the male must be Alistar, a Grey Warden. Zevran yawned, watching the pair laugh about something before parting with a kiss. Two grey Wardens falling in love in the midst of a blight? How predictable.
Zevran sat on a nearby stump and considered his options. He knew that the pretty Warden was a mage, as was the scantily clad dark-haired woman. Between the two, there had to be enough knowledge of healing arts to leave any attempts of poisoning ineffective. There was also the Qunari, drunken dwarf, Alistar, and the giant mabari to take into consideration. His eyes flicked back to the camp, seeing movement out of his peripheral vision...and there was the last of the entourage, the female rouge. He wondered how such a strange party could contain such beauties?
"Pull it together, Zevran. An assassin's job is not to gawk and imagine until he's hard. There will be plenty of time for pleasure after this job is said and done." He reminded himself. He pulled out a bottle from his pack and welcomed the taste of brandy as it hit his tongue. He took another generous pull from the bottle and mulled the task at hand until a smile touched his lips.
Yes, he had a plan.
A/N: This is my first attempt at fan fiction. Please let me know what you think!
