It's not very often that Fenris could be truly surprised by anything. At least since he met Hawke. He had help defend mages, battle an attempted Qunari occupation, and even stood by as she fell into a well of love so deep she could only drown in it. But nothing could prepare him for the madness this Maker be-damned storm would drop on them tonight.
"This sodding rain can bloody well sod off."
"Why, Isabella, I thought you were used to being soaked by inclement weather. Being a pirate and all."
"Shut your trap Varric. Or have you forgotten that a standard skill for sailors is sewing as well?" It was fairly obvious to all that Isabella was not good in small spaces while on land. She rarely ever snapped at Varric. Those two were like two peas in a naughty little pod.
"Oh, my heart it beats with fright!" Varric chuckled as he placed his hands over his heart and attempted to look frightened by the empty threat.
Partially hidden in a corner Hawke's sister Bethany just giggled at the banter between the Pirate and the Dwarf. It was almost like she had never been away for six years. "I never truly realized how much I missed Freya's gang. This is a real family, what it should really be." she thought with a barely suppressed sigh.
"You two are simply irrepressible. I don't know how Hawke has ever been able to put up with you for so long. You both drive me to madness."
"Aveline, dear, this group is like a good suit of armor. You need all the pieces to make it work. No matter how much you think you can go without a certain piece, just because it might chafe if you move in a certain way. Didn't you say that to the Guard all the time?"
"Ahhh..." Aveline sighed. "I suppose you could be right Donnic. I guess I'm just a bit tense at the moment. I'm just wondering what other trouble we can wander into."
"Is that what we're doing? I thought we were escaping Kirkwall."
"Hush kitten. Don't make it any worse." Isabella said as she placed a hand on Merril's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I never meant for this to happen. And I never meant for you all to get pulled in with me when it did. I would have understood if any of you had forsaken me. I would understand if you wanted to leave now. I'm just bad luck, and I just can't seem to stop spreading it around. In fact, the moment this storm lets up I'm leaving. Alone."
"Freya...No..."
"Anders, I spared your miserable life because you don't deserve to be made a martyr. The moment that explosion went off, I was done with you. You not only broke my heart, you shattered it like glass. There will never be a way you can repair it. No way you will ever have a place in it again." Hawke was clenching her fists so tightly as she spoke, that everyone thought she was sure to cut her palms with her nails. She had been angry, enraged, and even murderous before, but never had she been in such a state of emotion before. Even Odin, Freya's dog shied away from her.
"I'm sor-" Anders was cut off by what seemed to be the loudest thunder clap in all of creation.
As suddenly as the sound erupted, it faded away. Leaving in it's wake a noticeable lack of any sound. Not even the rain could be heard any longer. It was then that Fenris noticed an enormous shadowy form begin to drop out of the darkened sky. As it fell, the shadow began to strip off like wet tissue on glass. Then, as if the silence was too heavy to bear, the shape landed with a thud drawing all attention to it.
"What the hell is that?" Varric, astounded, asked to no one in particular.
Speaking to no one in particular, Fenris said, "It appears to be a person."