"I'd heard about the massacre of the slavers at the Amell estate, but..." Cassandra shook her head. "You know, I always sort of thought that Brosca, Zevran, and Lenore were responsible for that."

"They said they weren't."

"They also said they weren't the ones who put those snakes in your bed."

Leliana sighed. "Fair point." She frowned. "When we first went looking for the Champion, one of my scouts suggested we track down Carver instead, then either question him or hold him until the Champion came looking for his brother." She shrugged. "Brehan pointed out the obvious flaws in that idea, starting with 'good luck tracking a warden that doesn't want to be found' and ending with 'if you have an uncontrollable urge to end up a greasy, charred smear on the ground I can find you a dragon'."

"Do we know where Carver is now?"

"When he left Serault, he claimed to be going back to the Free Marches. I..." She shook her head. "Anyone who would tell me is..."

Cassandra put an arm around the other woman. "I'm sorry."

She nodded. "Let us see what else the dwarf has to say."