Hey guys, third chapter!

So, I'm going to try to update daily, but the second chapter took a while to do, I had minor writers block after helping my friend write a fanfic too. Then I learned that she just kept it and didn't make a Fanfiction account... ANYWAY.

I Own nothing! Exept my Original Characters.

Also- to the guest called "Love this" THANK YOU FOR THE FEEDBACK :D and I didn't realize it was that interesting! But this is not the group in inquisition. I wasn't even aware of that is there really another group in the inquisition? No, this was my own idea that I'm trying, and failing, to add humor too.

Varric shook his head. How did this happen again?

"Hawke, can you say this again?" He asked, confused. Hawke called another meeting, with an uneasy Fenris and Aveline. While Sunshine was too weak to make it. She sat on the arm chair this time, a classic sign of Hawke that she's very tense. Ready to flee or charge at any second. She sighed tiredly and let her hand fall to her side after feverishly chewing on her thumb nail. He glanced around at the bewhildered allies, exept for her company on the trip a few days ago. Fenris and Aveline, suprisingly enough were quiet. Not focusing on their leader. Fenris had his eyes down on the empty mug that held the drinkable poison of the hanged man. Aveline was constantly messing with her armor. And shifting feet.

Finally Hawke turned to the table. Lifting up her leg to put her foot on the seat of the chair, while the other was still firmly on the floor. "We were going to go get some new poisons for the blades, and as everyones knows Darktown is a very messy place, danger at every turn. I brought Aveline, Fenris, and Merril with me. We were almost there before a pick pocket stole Fenris' gold," everyones eyes went onto the elf and he figited at the sudden attention, still avoiding eye contact. "but it was a trap," Hawke continued granting her the attention again. "we got surrounded by an enormous amount of Shades and desire demons. We fought but they kept coming up. Merril was knocked out by the third wave. Finally, when we defeated them a stranger came to us, coming out of the shadows." she shuddered a little bit at the memory of the cloaked figure, that was smiling...

Aveline spoke up then. "she came out and it appears she healed Merril at some point we were all back to back. When we were finished, Merril was on her feet and healed. The stranger told us that we finished their job for them. I'm pretty sure it's the new group that showed up." a short silence filled the room. Tense came back into the room. Fenris finally finished with a large sigh. "They knew that Hawke was planning to do the husbands job of finding his wife." he finally looked up with his gray eyes. The room seemed to get colder. "what." it was more of a statement than a question from Anders. He turned his head to look at the shifting guardsmen. "How was Merril healed? Was the cloaked figure a mage?" "we think so." Hawke answered shaking her head. "Wait wait wait," Varric repeated holding up his hand. "are you saying that we're being watched Hawke?" the uneasiness was obvious in his voice. "Probably, they knew that we were going to go find the husbands wife. Obviously, we're being tailed somehow. But it's going to be hard to find them." she said the last part quietly. "why's that?" he asked quickly. Fenris sighed again. "they came out of no where, when she left she simply took a few steps back and disappeared in the shadows. Before we left I searched where she went, the corner of the ally. They were gone even though there were no exits."

Bethany let out a short worried gasp. Anders cleared his throat. "I don't think that magic is... is even existant!" he stated in annoyence letting his fist bang against the table. "I-I don't think that, that it's even possible to make your own type of magic is it?" Bethany asked nervously.

Varric looked at Bethany who was figiting worse than he thought possible. He knew that Bethany was too sweet for battle, Hawke knew it too. And Hawke only ever took her when Anders or Merril weren't available. Which was rarely. Anders would drop everything almost all the time for Hawke. Merril was never busy.

Varric did a quick look behind him, through the window that he had. Nothing was there. "Basically, we're being followed by someone that can disappear out of thin air. Whoever it was, they were cloaked so there is no way we would be able to pick them out in a crowd." Isabella muttered. Putting her fist under her chin. "They're gathering info on us! They're turning into more of a problem than I thought they would b-" Suddenly, a waitress from the bar burst in the room. "Excuse me Messere" she said quickly figiting nervously. Everyone turned to look at her. She was breathing quickly, her dark eyes darting around the room. "Yes?" Fenris asked awkwardly after a silence. "Thi- This letter was sent by someone in-in cloaks. Said to give this to the people in the back room..." she trailed off and rushed over to the table, putting a nicely made dark envelope on the table before darting back to the door. "Wait!" she froze and turned to Hawke. "Is the cloaked figure still here?" she asked urgently, her eyes focused on the girl, she was standing now rather than leaning on the chair. "No, they gave it to me, I looked down at the envelope and looked back up and-and they were gone!" She figited again. It was obvious this girl was in distress. Hawke looked at her, her eyes kind. "thank you, madam." she said quietly before turning back to the black envelope. Everyone stared at it. Pure black, with a seal on it that looked just like a finger print. Like someone squashed the actual design on it.

"anybody got a knife?" she asked slowly. Dreading it. Isabella handed one off to Varric, who in turn handed it to Hawke. She slit the letter open and pulled out a neatly folded letter.

Clearing her throat, she opened it, to see thick but easy to read hand writing.

To Hawke, and her followers.

I am aware you met someone in my group. You can call her Shadow, she has been your shadow for a very long time Hawke.

You do not know me, but I am the leader of your challengers. I am aware that you gathered slight information on me. I'll let you know that if you speak to the Arishok about me, he will be truly shocked. Have you ever seen a Qunari actually make a shocked face? It's hilarious. However, I send you this letter now because you took our job. You see, a elven lady came to us running with tears saying how her place in dark town has been over run by demons and shades. So we agreed to help her for no cost. Then you came along. And cleared them out for us. Thank you, now we didn't have to, however, I'm a girl for fairness Hawke. You cleared out a job for us. We will clear out a job for you.

You can return this letter, for we left an empty space for you to write your job at the bottom. Then keep it in your pocket. No matter how hard you keep staring at the pocket on your ass you won't see Shadow pickpocket you. If you don't return the letter we'll just take care of the husband searching for his wife.

Listen, this isn't a threat, nor is it supposed to be threatening. I'm simply letting you know, it's game on Hawke. However I've been plotting this game for a while now, watching you, I must admit your a very powerful woman, and your allies are strong too. You and I are in the same boat, along with our allies. I'm not one for war to see who's the best, that seems so, primitive.

See you around Hawke. Take anymore of my jobs and I'll take yours.

Signed-

X

Silence was thick in the room. "So, they know that we know, they know we gathered a little bit of information, and they know that we're here right now, annoyed at them and thinking of them at a threat. Hawke, this is one hell of a game." Varric looked at his leader who was still studying the letter. She moved her jaw around thinking hard. "They want to play hard ball." she looked to the window with dark eyes. "Well, fine. It's obvious that we've been turned to newbies at this game. X huh? Fine. Fine. We can play too."

Everyone was quiet. Well aware that they completely undermined this new enemy. Bethany finally said quietly, almost a whisper. "Be careful where you tread now sister."