Isabela pulled several favors to get more information on who Tarin was and where he could be hiding. She had her ship searched by her own crew since she didn't want to take any chances. When she returned to the tavern she met up with Varric who had received a new letter from a courier, "Hopefully that is good news."

"Well that would depend on your point of view." Varric sat back in his chair and looked at Isabela, "I got nothing on that Tarin guy. He's like a ghost it seems or he's just not from around here. As far as finding Hawke nothing yet though I have found out that Bethany is hiding out in Tevinter for sure. I don't really feel like going there considering we wouldn't find Hawke and Fenris there. I've decided to write Bethany to see if she can perhaps give me some idea as to where her sister is. I'm thinking Sparrow's 'friend' is looking for Hawke too and whatever the so-called plan they intend to execute will probably involve Hawke."

"Why not? It seems to be a family affair so far." Isabela sighed as she ordered herself a drink by waving her hand at the wench. She pinched the bridge of her nose, "So is Anders awake yet or is he still soaking up sleep in the room?"

"Last I checked he was sleeping. Sparrow has been watching over him." Varric smiled a bit, "She hasn't complained about it yet. I think she still feels bad about everything. Poor kid is letting it tear her up inside and she's got the badges to prove it."

Isabela winced a bit, "You mean that nasty cut on her wrist? Where did she get that any way?"

"Those bracers I helped her craft. When Tarin grabbed her the blade dug in and being as pissed off as she was the pain didn't register til after. She won't be using that arm for awhile even with Anders's healing the damage was done." Varric frowned a little, "She'll be weaker for it but it's better than losing the hand entirely. So far she's been changing the bandages on her own and been keeping up with the medicine."

Isabela nodded her head slowly then took a long drink out of her mug before setting it back down on the table. She stared off a bit, "I have to wonder if Tarin knew she had a blade in there. He seemed hellbent on hurting her in more ways than one with what he was saying to her…I'm almost afraid to even ask what he meant by her mother being spirited…" She narrowed her caramel colored eyes. Isabela knew what it meant she just didn't want to admit it to herself. It made feel pity and anger to know that's how Selene's mother last moments were. When she looked at Varric he seemed to share the same thought and they drank a round together before Isabela glanced towards the steps that led to the rooms, "Should I be worried?"

"Nah, Sparrow will find her way back. We just need to give her time and help her out when we can. Hawke told me all wounds heal when my brother…Well I think you get the idea." Varric sighed then got up, "I better get to writing that letter."

"Cheers, Varric." Isabela nodded then ordered herself another drink.

Selene sat on the writing desk with her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms hugging them closer still. She hadn't left Anders's room since she was cleaned up and given new clothes by Isabela. Her wounds had been tended to by a Varric and she was grateful though she wasn't sure if they thought she was. The guilt of putting them in such danger and being stupid enough to get herself hurt in this manner was eating away at her. Her eyes focused on her wrapped wrist of her right hand and she sighed knowing it would never be the same again. She tried to make a fist but wasn't even able to get her fingers halfway before the pain shot up her arm.

Amaris would be lecturing me right now…I should have never gone to that meeting. She was right…I always take too many risks and look at what it has gotten me. Anders is still recovering and poor Isabela has to worry about the possibility of her ship being tampered with. Varric is working even harder to find Hawke to warn her about Tarin and it's all because of my foolish pride.

She rested her head against her knees letting her long hair fall around her, shielding her from the world. Not even the meows of Ser Tigger could get her to stir from her hideaway behind her hair. Anders opened his eyes to see her sitting there, the light just coming through the opening of the cheap curtains giving him a rather nice picture though it did seem like Selene was in mourning from his perspective, "I'm not dead yet."

He tried getting up and felt like it had been ages since he moved, "Though I do feel like I was."

Selene looked at him and pushed her hair back, "I'm sorry about all this." She slipped off the desk to help him up doing her best not to use her right arm. He ended up grabbing it anyway and she cried out making him jump in surprise.

"What happened to you?" Anders eyed her and attempted to take her hand only to watch her pull it away defensively, "Selene?"

"It's my punishment for being a damn fool." Selene replied and looked at her wrist seeing the bandages were being soaked by blood again. She sighed heavily and moved to get new bandages from a small kit Varric gave her.

Anders shook his head and moved to help, "Did you do this to yourself?" He looked at her as she did her best to remove the bandages on her own, "Here let me."

Selene shook her head, "No, Anders. You won't be able to heal me properly anyway. The damage is done." She got the bandages off and the wound was revealed to Anders. Her head shook, "It's funny really…Amaris had something similar happen to her when she was close to my age though she nearly lost her whole arm. She told me it's never the same even after you heal. You're always going to miss some feeling."

"You can't treat it like this, Selene, you'll end up losing your arm or worse." Anders spoke softly and carefully took her hand, "I know the damage is done I can see that but you're going to risk infection this way. I'll heal you as best as I can." His hand glowed a soft blue and he waved it slowly over the wound focusing his attention on sealing it. Once the wound was sealed there was only a faint line to remind Selene of the wound. Even healing magic could only go so far. He looked at her and tried to get her to smile, "All better."

"Thank you, but I didn't deserve that." Selene whispered and looked at her healed arm. She was still not able to make a fist without feeling a strain. Her eyes shifted to him, "I'll let the others know that you are awake."

As she turned to leave Anders watched her, "You don't have to hold it in you know. I learned that the hard way don't make my mistakes. I'm here for you, Selene."

Selene paused for a moment and glanced back at him then left him to his business while she went to inform the others he was okay. She ended up running into Varric in the hall and once she told him the news she left to tell Isabela.

Varric watched her head around the corner and he nodded to himself, "She just needs time." He headed into his room and figured he could pester Anders later.

Isabela was considering a game of cards with another patron when Selene came down the steps. She waved to the girl to get her attention and soon Selene joined her, "I would assume that if you're out here that Anders is awake?"

Selene nodded, "He is." She looked at Isabela dealing cards to play a different game and as the cards were dealt she looked at the pirate, "Aren't you all angry with me?"

"Why? Because you introduce us to such lovely people?" Isabela grinned as she seemed to play the game against herself lining up the cards in a row, "Pet, shit happens and after what that bastard said to you last night…Lets just say in the words of Anders Justice must be done." She looked up from the cards and smiled softly, "I will admit I was angry at the beginning for the lies but like I said we all lie and we all have our dark secrets or pasts." She decided against playing the solitaire game and reshuffled the cards, this time dealing a hand to Selene, "Just for fun."

Selene took the cards up with her left hand, "Well that's good to know considering I have little money left."

Isabela laughed a little, "I'll take chores on my ship as payment." She looked at Selene and noticed she wasn't using her dominate hand, "How is the wound?"

"Anders healed it when he saw the bandage and how bad it was, but it's not the same." Selene replied with a sigh, "Even if I try to regain the strength in it again I won't be able to hold a blade the same way or even throw a proper punch."

Isabela frowned, "I'm sorry to hear that, pet. You should still work to make it stronger again though. I'll help and you can instruct me on those pressure points some more." She smiled a little, "You do realize that the real weakness will always be in your head and not in your hand?"

Selene nodded and showed her poor card hand, "It's both and honestly I'd rather not talk about it for the moment."

"As you wish." Isabela nodded and showed her winning hand, "Well look at that, I win again."

"You suck." Selene smiled a little as she eyed Isabela.

"I do other things too but that's for another time." Isabela winked then spied Anders coming down the stairs looking refreshed, "Well look at sleeping beauty! He's finally coming to join us. Pull up a chair and lose a few rounds to me."

Anders smiled as he came over holding Ser Tigger, "Well it's nice to see you're having a good time, Isabela." He glanced at Selene as he nodded, "And it's nice to see you smile again too."

"I didn't mean to seem ungrateful earlier, Anders." Selene tried to apologize as she offered to take Ser Tigger from him. She struggled at first but once she was able to put Ser Tigger close to her chest it was manageable, "I hope we can start anew."

Anders looked at her, "I think we had a fine start to begin with, Selene. I believe it is Isabela that said it best our mistakes make us who we are. It's the most profound thing I've heard come out of Isabela's mouth and she has yet to top it since." He grinned at Isabela only to receive a kick from under the table, "Ow…"

Selene laughed softly as she shook her head and felt the soft fur of Ser Tigger rub against her chin while he purred softly, "Well she's right and so was my mentor, Amaris. I will need time to think on everything…But I'm worried that my brother is in even more danger because of my actions."

"We will find your brother. My last letters have given me some hope that he is with some mages hiding out in Nevarra somewhere. He must have been at the Cumberland circle." Anders smiled, "I'm going to write again to see whatelse I can find out. As long as they keep moving I don't think Tarin will find your brother so easily."

"But he had the ring I gave my brother." Selene reminded Anders.

"Pet he could have had a ring made for the purpose of baiting you. Men like Tarin will do anything to have power over someone they want." Isabela's tone seemed to hint at personal experience, "But men like him always get what they deserve in the end."

Selene nodded her head slowly and smiled a little, "Hope remains." She looked from Isabela to Anders feeling some of the weight on her shoulders lift.

Varric soon join them after yelling at the courier near the bar to handle the letter for him. He plopped himself down in his chair and looked at the group, "Lets keep our fingers crossed that this letter will get more results for us and we'll be able to add Hawke to this little group of ours." His eyes shifted to Selene, "In the meantime you need to focus on getting that wrist better. Maybe you'll learn something from all this if you haven't already."

"Guess that means no more drinking games with you." Selene smirked and watched Varric raise his brow.

"I think playing drinking games might improve that wrist actually." Varric teased as he ordered a round for them, "Drinking aside we need to figure out a plan because we can't stay here. Sparrow's old friend isn't going to let us sit around so we need to move to some place safer. Ideas?"

Isabela shrugged, "I'd say the open sea but we wouldn't have enough supplies and your letters wouldn't reach you. It's a pity Merrill isn't with the Dalish anymore we could hide with them but I don't think I'd look good with pointed ears."

Varric looked Isabela over, "I don't see why not, Rivaini, but the Dalish aren't an option."

"Let me see what I can do." Anders spoke up and looked at them in turn, "Perhaps there is someone from the underground that can help."

"There's still a mage underground?" Isabela raised her brow.

Selene smiled, "There always will be one. Even where I came from there was still an underground."

Varric looked at Selene, "That reminds me you have to tell us about where you came from and what this Order is but not here. The walls have too many ears."

"I will tell you everything." Selene agreed as she looked at Varric directly, "No more lies."