Selene was pretty sure they didn't believe her whole story of how she learned her skills but she did tell the truth…half of it. She figured it was only a matter of time before Varric just cornered her and got the truth out of her, he was good at that sort of thing. You can't bullshit a bullshitter was how the saying went and Selene had to wait for a better time to just tell the entire truth. She told them she learned her skills from some travelers along the coastal ports and the rest was just instinct. Isabela almost called bullshit and Anders didn't really know any better though his expression said he suspected something was off. When they reached Treviso everything would change unbeknownst to Selene.

The cargo was being unloaded and Isabela was taking care of business leaving Varric and Anders to check with couriers to see if they had received any letters regarding their inquires about Hawke and Quinn respectively. Selene took the opportunity to do some searching in the port city on her own. She didn't dress out of place and look like a common lady just out for a stroll. She wore her hair up letting loose locks frame her face while her side swept bangs just brushed the over her left eye. She concealed a dagger in her boot and carried only a little bit of money to avoid being a target. If anyone else looked at her they'd see a pretty young innocent looking face but not much else. She moved from the docks to the marketplace where there was a mixture of upper class servants and lower class families trying to make deals with merchants. Selene ventured to various stalls before stopping to look over some bolts of cloth. Her eye spotted something familiar to her and she noticed a hooded figure just next to her.

"Tonight in the Chantry…I suggest you come alone. He wants to see you."

Selene made no sudden movements but acknowledged the man, "He?"

"Just do it or you won't find what you are searching for."

When she turned to look at the hooded man he was gone and she felt a knot in the pit of her stomach. She looked to the merchant, "I'll take the entire bolt and some padding as well. I also need some strong thread…" From her pocket she pulled out a sovereign and handed it to the merchant, "Quickly please."

She gathered the materials she bought and left the market in a hurry. The hooded man watched from the shadows and was joined by another man, "Did she get my message?"

"She did…Are you sure this is a good idea? She's an assassin if we push her."

"Selene will listen to my offer and if she refuses then we dispose of her and continue with our plans. I'm sure my offer will turn her."

"And her companions?"

"Dispose of them by any means necessary but only do so after Selene has left them to meet me."

"Very well."

Selene returned to the ship during the chaos of removing crates from the hold. Isabela was busy talking to the middleman acting on behalf of a noble for the supplies and Varric and Anders hadn't returned just yet. It gave Selene time to finish up her project and now she had to prepare for the so called meeting in the Chantry. She moved to grab her pack and pulled out a tightly rolled canvas. Once she unrolled it she looked at the dark material and hesitated. It was the life she left behind and now she was taking it back up again? She took a deep breath and made sure her door was locked before setting about her preparations for the night. She only had a few hours to finish. Her mind raced for a moment before she forced herself to focus.

Don't let it get to you. It's a mind game like always.

The bracers she had been working on were perfected by Varric and she tested them several times over before tweaking them according to the notes made by Varric. She sharpened her daggers and checked the small vials she had making sure none had cracks. Her eyes narrowed as she thoroughly inspected all of her equipment. Time had no meaning during those moments but before long the sun began to set. She packaged her equipment together and moved to the small writing desk looking at her journal for a moment.

He said to come alone.

She tore a page out of the journal and scribbled some words down before sticking the note under Isabela's door. Selene couldn't be obvious with what she was doing and she didn't need them looking for her either. She left the ship and headed into the after work crowd to disappear. Varric caught a glimpse of her, "Sparrow?" When she didn't respond he frowned and glanced at Anders, "Guess she's wanting some alone time."

"Perhaps." Anders couldn't spot Selene and felt something was wrong though he couldn't really validate why. He followed Varric back to the ship where Isabela was just coming out from below deck holding onto a note.

"Seems our little bird has flown off on her own." Isabela shook her head, "Something about paying her respects."

Varric raised his brow, "Someone she knows here died? I really doubt that." He took the note from Isabela, "She wrote this pretty fast. Something has to be up and my bullshit alarm is going crazy."

"Well I for one think she can handle it herself. She's a tough girl, clever too." Isabela smiled and hinted at the fact she wasn't about to go chase after Selene again, "Come lets go enjoy some drinks. I'm sure she'll show up there once she's finished. If not then we're all free to go about our business now aren't we?"

Anders stared at the crowd half listening and wondering what the hell Selene was up to now. He didn't look at the two, "I got a bad feeling about this."

"Shit don't tell me you're going to go all Justice on us now." Isabela crossed her arms, "Look I like Selene I really do but the girl has been a lot of trouble since we met her. She hasn't been exactly honest with us."

"That is true but I gave the kid my word that I'd help her. I won't hold you to Rivaini but I'm with Anders on this one…Something is wrong." Varric rubbed his chin, "Lets head towards the tavern and see if anyone slips with some information."

The trio left for the tavern and walked down the docks towards the marketplace. The lanterns were being lit one by one, nothing unusual though the hairs on the back of Isabela's neck were starting to stand up. She glanced at Varric, "I hate it when you're right, Varric."

"No, you don't." Varric grinned just before their path was blocked by a group of hired mercenaries.

Anders stopped alongside Varric and Isabela aware of the danger. This was not going to end well.

One of the mercenaries stepped forward, "Just three of you? Well gents I think we got ourselves an easy job here. Get them."

Isabela sighed and shook her head, "Stupid shits…seems to be too many of them these days." She pulled her blades with a grin, "Bring it on."

Varric shook his head as well and pulled out Bianca, "Say hello Bianca." He focused on the first little wave of mercenaries and unleashed a flurry of arrows.

Several of the arrows found their target in the first two bodies while Isabela dispatched the rest with her quick blade work. Anders held his mage staff at ready and his eyes glowed the all too familiar blue followed by the crackled pattern of blue light along his entire body. His hands began to conjure one of many spells at his disposal and before the mercenaries could react lightning arced from his fingertips.

"Fuck! It's a mage!"

"I didn't paid to deal with a fucking mage!"

Isabela took advantage of their fear as three of the mercenaries were fried to a crisp by lightning the rest were dealt with soundly by Bianca's song of arrows. There was only one left alive and he tried to scramble away from Isabela. She managed to catch up to him and held him down with her booted foot. Her blade pointed down at his throat and she glared down at him, "I suggest you start talking."

"We were just doing our job…He told us it wouldn't be difficult."

Varric raised his brow as he stood beside Isabela, "He? Isabela did you piss some guy off again?"

Isabela smirked, "When do I not piss some guy off?"

"Point taken." Varric grinned a little then shifted his attention back to the lone survivor of the mercenaries.

Anders came right up to them and knelt down. He was still glowing, "Who sent you! Was it the Chantry?"

"No! It was some man in a hood. He said to get rid of the ones traveling with the girl. That's all I know!" He stammered and tried to cower.

"Liar!" Anders growled only to be pulled aside by Varric.

Varric gave Anders a stern look, "Back off Anders. He's no good to us dead or should I be addressing Justice?"

Anders glared for a moment at Varric but he had a point and Justice's control subsided for the time being. As the glow faded from Anders Isabela finished the interrogation. She pressed down harder on the mercenary's chest making it harder for him to breathe, "Are you sure that is all you know?"

"I might have overheard something about a meeting tonight in the Chantry but I swear that is all I know."

Isabela removed her foot off his chest then the blade from his throat. She let the man get up, "I don't want to see you again, ever. If I do you won't be so lucky."

The mercenary ran for it and Isabela looked at her companions, "Why is it always the Chantry?"

"No shit." Anders muttered under his breath then looked at Varric, "Sorry."

Varric patted him on the shoulder, "Just watch it, Blondie. You're getting better at the whole control thing." He sighed then looked to Isabela, "So…shall we crash a party?"

"Yes, lets." Isabela smirked, "The Chantry isn't going to be able to protect the asshole that sent those pissants after me…us."

Anders made a face, "Perhaps I should wait outside for anyone that runs out in fear of you two? I wouldn't want to be struck by a bolt from the Maker." The sarcasm in his voice tried to hide the fact that he was fearful of stepping foot in another Chantry. He hadn't dared enter one since he destroyed the one in Kirkwall and he wasn't about to take an unnecessary risk.

"Don't you want to play hero for the sweet birdy?" Isabela smirked as she tried to bait Anders.

"I'm not the hero type." Anders replied flatly before he rested his mage staff on his shoulder, "But since I can see you won't take no for an answer I'm blaming you if I get struck down."

"Oh I'd be struck down with you. I did help remember?" Isabela shrugged before winking at him, "Lets go, Sparklefingers."

Selene approached the Chantry using the cover of night and wore her assassin attire. She looked like death itself with her head covered by a hood and the lower part of her face concealed by a mask. Only her eyes were visible as she used the shadows to avoid being seen by night guards. Once inside she noticed the lamps and candles of the Chantry still burned something that never changed from when she came to the Chantry as a child like all good Andrastans did. She was careful in her steps as she approached the main platform that the Grand Cleric would preach from she saw him, a ghost of her past.

"Ah my sweet Raven…Dressed for the occasion I see." He clapped his hands, "Predictable. I'd expect no less considering Amaris trained you herself."

Selene moved for her daggers but stopped when she heard the strings of bows being pulled. She spotted archers on the upper floor and she knew it wasn't a winnable situation. Her eyes focused on the man before her, "You should be dead, Tarin. Traitor."

"Such harsh things to say to someone you once cared for." Tarin leered at her, "Remove the hood and mask. I miss seeing that pretty face of yours."

"Screw you." Selene glared as she stood defiantly before him and noticed a few more of Tarin's men flanking her. She gave them a warning look and Tarin waved them off. For now she'd play his game and she removed the hood and mask revealing herself to him. Her hair was pulled into ponytail to keep most of it out of the way.

"Was that so difficult?" Tarin moved down the steps to meet with her face to face, "You know I made a mistake with you. I should have converted you when I had the chance then we wouldn't be meeting like this."

Selene narrowed her eyes as she watched him move closer to her before he started to move around her like some vulture waiting for its meal to die, "I would never betray the Order."

"No, you were always loyal to a fault or is it because you were loyal to your brother? How is he anyway?" His tone was almost cruel as he continued his slow walk around her, examining her from head to toe then back again, "I can give you what you want, Selene. Just be part of the cause." He stopped behind her then dangled a trinket in front of her.

It took a moment for Selene to realize the trinket hanging on the piece of leather twine was the ring she had given Quinn. She started to tremble, anger was getting the best of her, "What have you done with him? If you hurt him so help me …"

"Empty threats, Selene." Tarin took the ring back and leaned closer to her, inhaling her scent, "Mmm I see you still smell like the petals of the jasmine from home…Do you still think of that night when you use that scent?" That hit a nerve and he grabbed her wrist when she spun to claw at him. He just looked at her with a grin, "So I hit a nerve did I? You lose your temper much easier since I ran Amaris through with the very blade she gave me when I became an assassin like you."

Selene glared and her eyes reflected pain and hatred for him. He just seemed to soak it up and still he baited her, "It's a shame you don't use that hate against mages like your brother. He is the reason you were cast out of your home wasn't he? Yet you defend mages…why? Wouldn't it be better if we had a world without them?"

"I would never turn against my brother or any mage that deserves a chance to be free from living a life of a slave." Selene spat back, "No matter what you say to me I will never become a Crusader. I will kill every last one of you for what you've done."

Tarin drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He shook his head, "I guess I will have to deal with your brother just like I dealt with your parents."

"What did you say?" Selene's expression went from anger to shock. Her eyes focused on Tarin unaware that Isabela, Varric and Anders had managed to sneak into the Chantry to witness all that was happening.

"Your mother had to be dealt with first naturally. I can see where you got your spirit from." Tarin grinned as he held Selene's wrist even tighter, "Your father was difficult as well and put a fight until the end. I must say when I killed them it was very satisfying…One less mage loving family to deal with once our plans are fully executed."

Selene's eyes never left Tarin's. She hadn't even blinked as tears just fell. There were no words to describe how she felt at that moment and then the rage took over. She screamed at him and her free hand triggered the blade hidden way in the bracer she wore, slashing him across the face. He stumbled back letting go of the hand he held, covering his face.

"Kill her!" Tarin shouted and made his escape.

Selene tried to stop him but arrows kept her from pursuing him. Her attention turned to the incoming Crusader assassins and she threw down several vials to conceal herself in smoke. Her blades would do the talking for her now. She paid no attention to the fact that Isabela had joined in while Varric gave hell to the archers on the second floor. Anders used his spells to take on any Crusaders that attempted to escape though he wanted to go after Tarin after hearing everything. The sound of dying men and women in their Crusader uniforms filled the Chantry until there was no one left. Selene took off after Tarin hoping she would still have a chance to catch him.

"Selene!" Isabela called as she tried to stop her. Her eyes shifted to Varric and Anders, "She'll get herself killed."

Anders was already chasing after her as she bolted out of the Chantry and followed the blood trail as best as she could until there was nothing to follow. She panted heavily still feeling the anger in her heart. Her body shook as she stood there in a small courtyard where she had lost the trail and fell to her knees. Blood stains and splatter covered her as she just sat there staring into the darkness, "The next time we meet Tarin I will kill you even if it means I die too."

Anders managed to find her and approached cautiously. Varric and Isabela weren't too far behind but they didn't interfere. As Anders got closer Selene noticed a glint and her eyes grew wide. Anders moved quickly in front of her and cast a barrier spell to protect her. Varric let a volley of arrows fly down the dark alleyway then went to inspect it while Isabela checked on Selene, "You okay, pet?"

Selene looked at her as she got up and nodded. Her eyes shifted to Anders as she softly spoke, "Thank you. I shouldn't have let my guard down."

"Don't mention it…" Anders replied before he collapsed in exhaustion.

Isabela helped Selene catch him and she noticed Selene frown deeply, "No worries. He's just tired. Poor mages rely on that damn lyrium to keep their spells going….We had a run in earlier and the Chantry fight must have just over done it."

"No…My foolishness is what did it." Selene whispered as she looked at Anders, "My lies caused this. I thought it was better not to tell you all everything. That I could protect you and take the burden myself but look at the mess I created." She shook her head, "You all must be disappointed in me. I wouldn't be surprised if you wanted to just leave me here."

"Now pet…You're talking to a woman that lies, cheats and steals. The short one does nothing but lie and well Anders isn't a saint either." Isabela tried to lighten the mood, "What I'm trying to say is we don't fault you but do try to keep us in the know from now on."

Varric rejoined them, "That son of a bitch got away and what the hell happened to Blondie? He faints and gets two women fawning over him? Did no one see me clean house with Bianca back in the Chantry?" He shook his head and moved to help get Anders up, "Lets find someplace safe so Blondie can rest. Sparrow, you owe me a lot of drinks for this."

Selene tried to crack a smile but just didn't have it in her. She helped get Anders to a tavern Isabela was all too familiar with. For the next few days it was best to lay low to insure Tarin had indeed left and if not where to find him so they could pay him a visit.