In the large room deep into the hanged man, past the drunks that were passed out or screaming at the top of their lungs, or the waitresses that are unfortunetly mistaken for madams from the blooming rose, Varric and Isabella were both in shock, and having a ball. Aveline paced near the large stone table that was littered with the molding, dusty, and brand new papers with a permanent scowl on her face. A faint blush going across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her green eyes filled with rage, and a hint of amusment.
Hawke leaned in after a long swig of the who-knows how old ale. "Aveline..." she started slowly. Avoiding all eye contact. Her short black hair falling into her face.
Aveline has called everyone to meet in Varrics room at the hanged man. Saying there was urgent news. Isabella and Varric were caught completely off guard by the news. Along with the others. The only difference is they found this more amusing then the time they convinced a drunk Anders to get on the tables in the hanged man and start belting out a song called sunshine. The more hilarious part was that all the drunks started singing along. Varric's grin widened as he remembered how much hawke was laughing. Tears were blurred in her bright blue eyes and streaming down her face as she couldn't stop.
Right now though, Hawke had a glow of dangerous dark light around her, so intense you could almost actually see it. Her hands were clutching the dirty mug that nursed a terrible drink that was long gone. Her blue eyes glinting dangerously behind the fallen hair. She too had a slight pink across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Only because Aveline called it when she was well on her way to getting drunk along with Isabella and Varric.
The red headed guards woman put her hands firmly on the edge of the table, next to where Anders sat. "I can hardly believe it myself Hawke, but it's true. There's another group here in kirkwall, doing the same as we are, only in a very, very different fashion. I can't tell if their good for kirkwall or bad for it. But, if we're not going to clash eventually with them over jobs. We should probably try to find them." she stood firmly but avoided eye contact with the other brave she-warrior. Finally Hawke looked up but remained silent. Obviously already building a plan for peace, or to exterminate these, copiers.
Anders looked up at Aveline. Then to the right at Fenris. "really? Is it so bad that we won't be alone? Kirkwall is a large place! Full of horrible people doing awfull things. It's time for all of them to get some of their own medicine and this new group cou-" "shut it mage," Fenris interrupted. With a finger pointed towards the healer. "I don't know who they are, but I don't like them. They are probably enemies of you and are trying to steal your jobs so you can't go to the deep roads." he stated as if it was the rightest thing in the world. Looking straight at hawke. Who looked at him and nodded a little. Merril, to everyones suprise spoke up. "what if they are just looking for some money too? Its hard to smith things. Or collect things. Oh! And craft things, actually I suppose fighting is hard too." she rambled looking at Anders who was chuckling and shaking his head. Varric spoke up next after firmly placing his worn boots on the table with a thud. "Honestly, I don't know how to think of these guys. They could be mercinaries, people out for revenge, warriors. Hell, for all we know they can be some teenage qunari's that were looking for a rise." he stated putting his hands out into the air dramatically. Isabella chuckled lowly. Her brown eyes glinting with knowledge.
Sad for her, hawke noticed.
Hawkes blue eyes hit Isabellas brown ones. Staring at her with the intensity she normally saved for the people she drew her sword on. The pirate swallowed and shifted in her chair. The intent stare from hawke made the others turn. Varric's light golden eyes, glinting with amusment, Fenris' eyes light gray and piercing. Anders' green eyes.. Merrill's cloudly green-brown eyes... Hawkes... blue eyes.. and... "okay okay!" she shouted not able to stand the intensity of all the eyes on her. She sighed dramtically and put her head in her hand facing hawke. She remained silent. Waiting patiently. "I.. heard, about the new gang in kirkwall. I didn't know they were actually serious. I thought it was just someone that made up the rumor. But, I heard that the leader was a tall female with marks on her skin like paint. I also heard they, move, strangely." she finished avoiding everybodies eyes exept Avelines. They stared.
Fenris scooted forward in his chair slightly. "what sort of markings, like mine? Daylish? War paint?" he bombarded her, his gray eyes narrowing. "my source said they were, qunari." she stated slowly. Another silence filled the room for a brief second. "by tall, is she a female qunari? I've never seen one before." Anders said with slight wonder in his tone. Isabella shook her head. The golden hoops swaying to and fro that hung on her ears. "No, she's tall but not a tall, pale horned girl." she snorted at the thought and shook her head slightly again. Hawke leaned back looking at her with a slight smirk on her lips.
"a Qun female? Interesting." Hawke rested a gloved hand on her chin thoughtfully. "it is indeed some news. All in favor of demolishing them?" she asked looking around the room as Fenris, Isabella, and Aveline raised their hands. "and all in favor of meeting this qun girl?" she asked. Merril, Varric, Bethany, and Anders raised their hands. "very well." Hawke said after a short sigh. She knew this was going to get annoying fast. "how many are their in the gang?" she asked openly, though directed at Isabella. She shrugged. "Not sure, the main members that do the stuff? Maybe five, seven at the max." she muttered. Varric and Fenris snorted in unison. Aveline shook her head. "be warned. I've had some people talk about them having ties to some pretty good mercinaries. And then having ties to intellegence, maker only knows who's the leak but they have it." immidiatly, the thought of them being small disappeared quickly. Hawke looked up at Aveline slowly, who has changed her position to crossing her arms at the other end of the table across from Hawke.
"how many ties to intellegence and the mercinaries?" she asked. A glimmer of hope it was a small number. If it came to squashing her, if the number was larger than three it was going to be a bit of a problem. "from what I've heard. Twenty, maybe more for the mercinaries," Aveline said slowly. Hawke visably winced at the number. "intellegence, as far as I can tell only one, but that was just the one we caught and from the bandit hide out I was thinking about asking you that was taken care of after we caught him, I'd say there are more." she stated staring at Hawke. The black haired warrior nodded. "well. I'm up for a game. I guess it's our time to make a move."