Desperation etched into the very foundations of the underground town. The effects of the non-existent guards were evident in the very people that lived there. The jagged rocky edges of Darktown's stone walls, caste shadows below. Thugs and dwarven carta scattered into the darkness, almost becoming shadows themselves. Almost. She saw them before they got too close, a ghost of a smile threatening to appear on her lips, it made her job easier. Her hands edged towards the daggers sheathed at her waist, hidden by her long hooded robe. She slowed her pace, counting the steps of her adversaries as they approached. Now she thought. She threw one of her daggers- it sliced through the air effortlessly - hitting its target whilst her mubari bounced up from behind knocking her own target to the ground, her canines ripping into its neck. Her other dagger posed at the last thugs throat.

'Now, unless you want to end up like your little friends over there I'd suggest telling me what I want to know.'

'I'm looking for someone, she continued, 'Gamlen Amell and I'd like you to tell me where he is.'

'Owes you money too then' he laughed nervously as her mabari snarled at him.

'Something like that' The metal pressed closer into his neck.

'Lowtown, he lives in Lowtown near the Alienage'.

'Good that wasn't too hard now was it' she moved away, whistling for her mubari 'Artemis' to follow, both knowing instantly what was going to ensue. A moment later Artemis spun back towards the thug teeth bared, aiming instinctively for his neck as he dropped the knife in his hand that was aiming for her owner. 'You would have thought they would have learnt by now' she chuckled scratching Artemis's ear shortly when she returned.

'Come on then and no scaring the locals'. A high pitched whine answered her as she followed her hound to the exit. Towards what she hoped was Lowtown.

Alissa, for that was the girl's name, made her way through the vast maze of Lowtown, passing by the busy market place which strangely reminded her of Denerim. Thinking of Fereldan, of home, reminded her that she hadn't seen any other mabaris, or dogs at all know that she thought about it, in Kirkwall. Honestly, that's what it seemed to be missing. Taking a deep breath she strode through Lowtown after stumbling into high town a few times and accidentally heading down the wrong alleyway, and asking for directions another few times, she finally found the house she was looking for. Derogate and disfigured the building in front of her was apparently home to Gamlen Amell uncle of Bethany and Casey Hawke, and of course their mother Leandra Hawke. The people she was looking for. Walking up the steps with Artemis she could hear an argument going on inside. She listened for a moment until she heard a somewhat familiar voice say 'Mistress Bethany is being taken to the circle of Magi in the Gallows.'

'Over my dead body'

She pushed open the door rather forcefully to be met by five confused looking faces. Let's hope my acting skills are still there. 'I do hope you're not planning on taking Bethany to the gallows' she paused standing next to who must have been Bethany, 'surely you received the documents the circle of Magi at Fereldan sent you'. She looked at the Templar questioningly.

'What documents we've seen no such thing.'

She took a piece of paper from her pocket before handing it to him. 'It clearly states that Bethany is in my custody and is currently researching for the circle.'

'You're from the lake Calanhad circle'. She realised why he looked so familiar, she couldn't place his name but she remembered him from her very brief time at the Fereldan circle. She could feel the hole she was digging get bigger and bigger.

'I was there for a short time, I'm from the circle at Hossberg but I also worked alongside the hero of Fereldan' Hossberg really, she sighed mentally why did she choose that one.

Her heart paused for a second as he read over the document before giving it her back. 'I see' he turned towards the door. 'I apologise then' he nodded before leaving. She let go of the breath she didn't realise she was holding. 'For a minute there I wasn't sure if it was going to work'. She grinned looking at each of the people in the room; even Gamlen had turned away from the fire he had been staring a hole at. 'Sorry, my names Alissa, Alissa Hawke'.

AN: Honestly i'm not sure what i think of this chapter I'm still trying to figure out what im doing with my hawke haha :D

Anyways thanks for reading and please review :)