She reached over and picked up the mug again. Staring at the bottom of her cup, she let her mind wander. What was she doing here, in this dingy place? She brought the mug to her lips, grimacing as she tipped back the stale ale. Her red hair slung over her shoulder, her blue eyes scanning the tavern.
There was a qunari in the corner, scowling at anyone who came near. He looked on edge and tense. He was accompanied by a brunet man, who had generously paid for her drink. His name was Matthew, from what she could remember, Matt for short. He had called his companion, what was it again? Yes, Elliot. He had scowled at her and growled. She knew qunari were supposed to be fierce but they weren't animals, were they?

She signalled to the bartender for another drink, and was pulled from her thoughts by a ginger haired woman. She was wearing a revealing yellow dress that looked like it had hardly been worn at all. It probably wasn't considering what she was proposing.

"Do you fancy a tumble? Only 10 silvers an hour. For you, I might even do it for free."
"How about you go soak your head? Besides, I don't swing that way." The woman rolled her eyes and started to walk away.
"Fine, but if you reconsider, ask for Georgia. See you later, love."

Victoria turned back to her drink, sighing. It wasn't long before there was yet another interruption. A short, brunette elf had walked in, humming a merry tune. The first thing Victoria noticed was the way she walked. She walked like she owned the place. An odd thing to see in an elf. The next thing she noticed was how she was dressed.

A clean white shirt, a leather corset. A short green skirt that was made for moving in. Tall leather boots and an expensive looking gauntlet. A red armband and a large amount of bangles that jangled as she walked. Very odd clothing for a hovel like this.
Then again, Victoria was dressed just as oddly. She wore comfortable leather pants and a black shirt from back home. A blue sash across her hips and her black boots, complete with silver buckles. Her pendant around her neck a token from back home. It was a family heirloom, precious to her, only given to the firstborn of the firstborn. It was pure silverite, with small sapphires built in.
The elf grinned broadly, and walked over to the barkeep. She ordered a drink and turned to Victoria.
"So you're new around here no?"
"And you're a local I take it?"
"Oh no, I'm from Antiva. But I'm around here often."
"Really? You don't have an accent, I couldn't tell."
"Ah, I don't stay there long enough to catch the accent. Plus there's the assassins. Can't swing a sword without hitting an assassin or a whore."

"What? Don't tell me you're shy!"
"Look, I don't want any of your services."
"Oh Maker no! If I was a whore I'd be dressed much better."
"So what do you want?"
"Well you see, that necklace, you shouldn't have it out."
"If you're worried someone's going to steal it, don't worry. I can take care of myself."
"Uh huh. The names Jade, in case you were wondering."

The door to the tavern slammed open, and in came another qunari. This one was a woman, armed, deadly and out for blood. She marched up to Elliot, glaring at stood up and pushed her, yelling and shouting.

"Oh look. Here comes trouble. " Jade said, watching as the qunari hit Matt full in the face. "Should have known better than to get between two qunari."

Matt stood up and drew his bow, with which the qunari responded by drawing her greatsword. Matt went flying into another table, spilling ale and sending cards flying though the air. The entire bar exploded into madness in a matter of seconds.

"Such a waste of good ale," Jade sighed and turned to Vicky. "Anyway sorry about this." Before she could do anything, Jade raised her blade and struck her over the head. The last thing Vicky saw as the darkness took over, was the girls smirking face and the dim clatter of swords and daggers in the background.

An explanation:

Story Arcs are in the title of the chapter. For example, "1-*****" is part of a story arc, as is "2-****" and "3-***". Sorry if it confuses anyone, it just makes it easier to tell when a new plotline is beginning.

This is a story of the ridiculous goings on of a noble and a thief. I've tried to fit it into canon as much as possible, however if some things don't make sense please let me know. If there is a character or plotline you would like me to pursue feel free to send me a message.

Review please, as that's on of the only ways I can gain more ideas, write more story arcs and fix errors. Thank you for reading!

-Jade