Looking for work, the typical foursome had seen signs from Ghyslain de Carrac about his missing wife. Figuring it would be easy coin to track someone down, Adia suggested they go check it out. But as usual, nothing is ever simple for the Hawkes…

Outside the residence named on the poster stood a man arguing with two City Guards. "Ninette is my wife! She is legally bound to me! You must bring her back," the Orlesian was yelling. However, one Guard held up his hands and shook his head.

"Sorry Messere, but this is a domestic matter. We're done here." He and his partner walked away, and Ghyslain threw his hands in the air in frustration.

"Useless! What do we pay them for?"

"Well, you could pay us instead," Adia told him with a grin. He turned to them, pointing an angry finger at the redhead.

"Only if you bring back Ninette!"

"Is she in trouble?" Amber wanted to know.

"Only with me. She needs to be dragged home, and soon," the man shot back. Anders wrinkled his nose and stared at the Orlesian.

"Dragged home? Like she's some-"

"She is a person, not a dog!" Fenris interrupted with a snarl. Adia raised an eyebrow and blinked a few times.

"Well... I can't see why she'd leave such a charming person such as yourself. Why would anyone do that?"

"Hmph. Ninette is a whore, is what she is," he told them. "Keeping the company of other men, and making no secret of it! The only reason we are still together is because her family would ruin me of anything happened to her."

"I think I'd rather she stayed away from you. You're a disgrace," Amber quipped, horror clear on her face.

"And you kind of smell funny," Adia added. "Wait... Why would her family ruin you if something happened to her? Do you think she's in danger?" He turned and once more threw his hands in the air.

"I don't know! I haven't seen her for weeks."

"Weeks? And you just now thought to look for her?" Anders asked, completely shocked. If anyone he cared about had been gone even a few days with no word, he'd have been worried and started tearing the city apart to find them.

"If she is not dead, she is probably halfway to Orlais by now," Fenris pointed out, crossing his arms.

"Smart woman," Adia added. Then she thought for a moment, finally grinning as she came to a decision. "If we look for her and bring you back anything we find, would we still get paid? I'm not going to make the woman come back, but she could at least send word she's all right and all." Ghyslain looked bothered for a moment, then finally sighed heavily and nodded.

"I... If it will get her family off my back, then I will accept it. But please... We weren't always like this. She defied her family to marry me. But those days seem so long ago, that I'm not sure if I dreamt them or not."

"Let's go," Amber said, stalking off with a shake of her head. The others watched her go, and the Orlesian pursed his lips.

"I know she frequented the Rose. Ask the whores there if they've seen her." At the mention of the brothel, the redhead's eyes lit up, and she started bouncing a little.

"We get to go to the Rose?" She began walking away, both Anders and Fenris looking very puzzled.

"You... Like that place?" the Elf inquired.

"Dare I ask why?" the healer wondered.

"I like the way the people look in there," she told them with a small shrug. "They're usually pretty happy-looking. Plus, they're not bad to look at." They caught up with Amber, who was sitting on the stairs to the upper portion of Hightown. She looked bothered, but Adia just chalked it up to having to talk to the awful Orlesian.

"I see..." Fenris stated, raising an eyebrow at her comment on the Rose.

"Adia, whores are supposed to look nice. It's how they get customers," Anders started to explain.

"Anders, please stop explaining things to my sister. I like her innocent," Amber told him, smiling slightly.

"Well, they're still pretty, whores or not. Kind of like Isabella. I like to look at her..." Adia told them, blinking again. Amber blushed and sighed.

"We all do..." That caught her fellow mage's attention.

"Oh?"

"Do not go there, mage," Fenris interrupted. "Ever since that "lightning trick" conversation, I've wondered just how well you and Isabella "know" each other." The blonde blushed and ducked his head, and Amber shook hers.

"That's what I thought," the dark-haired girl stated.

"I think I missed that. What trick can you do with lightning, Anders?" Adia asked, tilting her head. His eyes went wide, and he put his hands up.

"Nothing!"

"Nothing you will be showing Adia, anyway," the Elf warned with a glare.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Would you show me?" Amber asked with a wicked grin.

'That would be most inappropriate,' Justice told him. Anders shook his head to clear out the thought running through it, and turned to the rogue.

"Um... Adia, help?" However, she was pouting at Fenris.

"Well why not? Why can't he show me?" Hearing her name, she refocused her attention on the mages, and looked to be contemplating something. After a moment, she looked like she'd put something together. "Oh! I get it! It's a mage thing. I agree with Amber, you should show her so she can learn it! It might be useful in a fight or something." The smile she gave was entirely innocent, and he knew she meant well. However, Anders still blinked for a moment.

"I'm not sure whether to be thankful or fearful of that suggestion." He looked at Amber, and she smiled at him again.

"Both."

'…She reminds me of the Commander…'

'Andraste's flaming knickers, how do I get involved with these types of people?' At this point, they'd arrived at the Blooming Rose, and the Spirit decided to retreat as far from the front as he could, lest he catch any more of the mage's inappropriate thoughts. Adia skipped inside, looking around like an excited child, grinning and tugging on Amber's sleeve as she pointed at Gamlen and Carver by the bar.

"Didn't Carver tell Mother he was going to the Hanged Man?"

"Yes, but does it surprise you that he's here?"

"Well, I didn't think he'd actually lie to Mother. Just one more thing I get to hang over his head," her sister said with a smirk.

"Good. He deserves it," Amber agreed. There was a sudden movement at their back, and then Isabella draped one arm over each of their shoulders.

"Well, well, you two are back again! More Templars this time, or is it... Personal?" She stared directly at the men, who blushed and looked away.

"Good Maker, woman!" Adia squealed as she jumped slightly. "Don't sneak up on us like that! We're looking for a woman this time." The pirate's eyes instantly went wide, and a wide grin broke out on her face.

"Oh really?" Amber saw where the conversation was headed, and decided to cut it off so they could focus.

"Oh, Maker... Not like that, Isabella! We're looking for a woman who's gone missing. Her name is Ninette." The dark-skinned woman pouted for a moment.

"Oh... Well, I still know her. She normally cozies up to Jethann, though." Amber was looking between her sister and Isabella, slightly confused as to what was going on. However, she decided to not ask for clarification this time.

"Who is Jethann, Isabella?"

"One of the more feisty ones here," the other rogue said with a smirk. "Good man- Elf, though. Come on, I'll take you to meet him."

"Isabella, just remember that we're here on business," Fenris cautioned. She turned and laughed, poking him lightly in the chest.

"Oh lighten up, little wolf. It's not like I'm expecting Amber and Adia to sleep with him!"

"GOOD," the men replied in unison. Amber raised an eyebrow, hands on her hips as she stared hard at them.

"I'm sorry, do you own us?"

"Um... No." Anders said softly.

"Then stop it." Adia was giggling at the Elf.

"You sound jealous. What in the world are you jealous over?"

"Um... Well... I just don't believe it's appropriate to-"

"Have fun? Relieve tension? Get their rocks off?" the pirate interrupted.

"ISABELLA!" Amber shouted. She received a grin.

"Not taking anything back, sweetness." Now Adia was trying to process this new conversation, and was coming up confused.

"...The only one I don't really understand is getting "their rocks off"...how does one get their "rocks off"? Are we talking about moving boulders or something? Because that doesn't sound very fun..." Her twin slapped her forehead with the heel of her hand.

"Sex, Adia... It's a euphemism for sex..."

"OH...Well...Jethann. Yes. We...We need to speak to him," the archer stammered out, the blush reaching her neck.

"One worldly, and one innocent. You two would do well here."

"Isabella..." Anders said, a warning tone in his voice. She scoffed and poked him in the chest.

"Oh, don't take that tone with me, Mr. "I've got magick hands"." The healer turned a fierce shade of crimson and stepped back.

"Shutting up now..." They made their way up to the Elf's room, Isabella in the lead. As they entered, he turned and eyed the group up and down.

"Today's my rest day, but I'll make an exception for all of you." Then he shrugged and chuckled. "What can I say: Why work if you're not working hard?"

"Told you he was feisty," Isabella said, the smirk back in place.

"Holy Maker on a stick..." Amber swore, knowing this was going to be a disaster. Sure enough, her twin's question was right on cue:

"Your job is hard?"

"No, but I am most of the time," Jethann told her.

"Andraste's knicker weasels..." Anders swore as Amber's eyes nearly popped out of her head. Fenris frowned and stepped forward.

"We're here on business, whore, nothing more." The other Elf's face fell.

"Oh..." Adia looked at him for a moment before reaching over and poking him in the arm. He tilted his head, puzzled.

"You're not hard. You're rather squishy," the archer told him. He raised an eyebrow and took her hand.

"Let me show you, sweetie…"

"Fenris, grab her!" the elder Hawke shouted, horrified as to what might happen.

"Let's go, Adia. This is no place for you, little rogue." The warrior picked her up and slung her over his shoulder in one smooth movement.

"Hey! HEY! Put me down!" She squirmed, lightly hitting her fists on his back and kicking her legs. "Let me go, Fenris! I was just talking to him."

"And now you are done talking. Your sister can finish up."

"If you ever feel the need, come up and see me sometime, sweetie!" Jethann called after her.

"I will!" she called back, waving over Fenris' back.

"You will not!" Amber and the warrior said in unison.

"Unfortunately Jethann, you'll have to get in line."

"Should have known you'd be next after that gorgeous Elf, Isabella." Once they were outside the Rose, Fenris set her down, giving her a stern look.

"You two are so mean! Why can't I make any new friends?" she whined.

"Because he doesn't want to be your friend, Adia. He wants to sleep with you. It's what whores do."

"Your logic is flawed. Isabella is a whore and she's my friend." She proceeded to poke him in the chest playfully. Isabella walked outside at that moment.

"No sweet thing, I'm not a whore. They do it for money. I don't."

"I rest my case... Unfortunately," the former slave stated.

"Aveline calls you one... So, are they still talking in there? Or has my sister's head exploded all over the room and they're cleaning it up?" the redhead wondered.

"No, still talking. Jethann mentioned a Templar, and I decided to leave. I hate being around Anders whenever that subject gets brought up." Adia rolled her eyes.

"Oh goodie: A Templar. I don't blame him, I feel just about the same way. Hopefully we won't have any Templar involvement." At that point, the mages joined them, with Amber shaking her head in slight disgust.

"I am never coming back here ever again..."

"You should try their services before you say that, sweet thing," Isabella told her with a wink.

"That's quite all right," the red-eyed girl replied, raising an eyebrow.

"So what did the nice, squishy Elf tell you?" Adia asked, bouncing on her toes.

"Apparently a Templar was also asking about Ninette. Said he was going to Darktown to investigate, and Jethann could contact him there," Anders explained.

"A Templar in Darktown?" Fenris asked, shock clear in his voice. "Does he have a death wish?"

"Apparently so," the redhead replied. "I wonder if the Templars have to pass some kind of common sense test to join?" Amber started chuckling.

"Doesn't seem that way sometimes."

"To Darktown, then?" the pirate asked, pointing to the stairs leading to Lowtown.

"To Darktown!" Adia then looked at Fenris, a sly grin on her face. "So... Do I get another piggy back ride?" He stared at her for a moment.

"You... Wish me to pick you up again?" Without a word, she circled him and jumped on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

"Or just carry me. This is the punishment for picking me up and not letting me talk to the nice Elf man in the Rose." The Elf blushed as Amber and Anders began laughing.

"Not one word, mages."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Ser Chariot," the healer said with a smirk.

"Anders, you're being rude to Amber," Isabella pointed out with her own grin. "Maybe you should carry her as well?"

"Um no, that's okay," the hooded girl quickly replied.

"No! You should totally take advantage of it!" Adia told her sister, giggling as she hugged Fenris slightly, adjusting herself into a more comfortable position. "It's great! Pick her up, Anders!" He blinked, looking between the twins.

"Um..." But Amber shook her head.

"I am perfectly capable of walking, Adia." However, she only managed to take one step before Anders scoops her up with a grin, holding her bridal style. "EEEEP!"

"Perfectly capable though you may be, I can't let a mage-hating Elf show me up, Amber," he told her with a smirk. "And it is a good excuse."

"Oh, if only Varric were here," Isabella laughed as she watched them.

"Thank goodness he is not," Fenris shot back.

"Something tells me he'll find out one way or another," Adia predicted. "Now.. To Darktown, my good Ser!"


The five made their way to Darktown, getting quite a few curious stares, and Anders and Amber getting a few shouts of "About time, Healer!"

"I almost feel jealous with all the attention all of you are getting," the pirate said with a slight pout and shift of her hips. Adia tilted her head and smiled at her.

"I can carry you next if that'll make you feel better, Isabella."

"That's all right, sweet thing. I prefer my own two legs to get me where I need to go." Anders stopped to talk with a group of refugees, and they pointed towards stairs leading further down. He set Amber down, and both got their staffs ready.

"The Templar is this way," the blonde said, motioning with his staff.

"Are you going to shoot first and ask questions later, mage?" Fenris wondered, sounding surprised.

"Maybe," Amber told him, sighing heavily. Adia took advantage of her position on the Elf's back to thump him lightly on the top of his head.

"Be nice, Fenris. Besides, given our history and luck with them, I wouldn't blame her for just setting the Templar on fire. I'd cheer her on." Her sister smiled at the archer.

"Thanks. Now let's go find this Templar." They headed further in, until the sound of fighting could be heard. A lone Templar was fighting against at least half a dozen thugs. However, Adia noticed that he was only parrying their blows, not retaliating. The thugs turned when they noticed the group.

"More upper-crust?" the apparent leader asked. "Come to save your friend, have you?" The redhead slid down off Fenris' back and stood next to him.

"Actually, we were just shopping around. Out of curiosity, you wouldn't happen to have any dirty scum laying around would you?" She looked at the thugs and frowned. "I don't see any..." Pretending to stretch, she grabbed her bow and quickly nailed one of the men between the eyes. "Now you do!"

"Get them!" the leader screamed, pointing his sword at them. His people quickly followed the order.

"Please… "Get them"? How unoriginal," Anders teased as he froze one solid.

"You expect random thugs to have something interesting to say?" Isabella asked, smiling as she stabbed one in the back. "You haven't been doing this long, have you Anders?" Adia was flipping around the battlefield, using people as springboards to get a high vantage point.

"Just once I want one to yell at us to dance, or something silly. It does get quite boring after a while." It didn't take long for their enemies to drop, and then the Templar slowly got to his feet. Anders got in front of Amber, staff raised just in case.

"Please Ser Mage, I mean you no harm. What sort of person would I be if I attacked the very people who came to my aid?" he asked, sheathing his sword. Both mages stared at him, but put up their staffs and stepped back.

"Why did those men attack you?" Fenris wanted to know.

"I was asking questions about some missing women. However, it seems that the Order is not well received down here. They wished me to leave. Preferably dead."

"Yes well, you Templars aren't exactly well liked anywhere," Adia reminded him. "I can't imagine why..." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm as she rolled her eyes. "Were you by chance looking for a woman named Ninette?"

"I was, along with one of our mages: An older woman named Mheran. I've also heard of two other women going missing. It cannot be a coincidence," he replied.

"So why not go to the City Guard?" Amber asked, slightly confused. Surely after Aveline's pseudo-promotion, the Guard wouldn't just ignore a bunch of missing people.

"They demanded proof of foul play, and I was trying to bring them some. But this battle only proves that I am no longer the warrior I once was. Please, take up my investigation. Help me either find these women, or get the Guard involved to find out what happened to them."

"You... You want our help?" Anders sounded very confused, and the older man nodded and shrugged.

"I do. You seem a capable bunch."

"It is a good cause," Fenris pointed out.

"What do we get out of it?" Adia deadpanned, crossing her arms over her chest.

"That's my girl!" Isabella added with a smile.

"I can give you what coin I was given to find Mheran. It's only one sovereign, however." He dug into a coin purse and handed the archer the gold coin.

"I'm curious: Aren't Circle mages supposed to be easy to track?" Amber wondered, remembering that her father had mentioned that a few times during her lessons. The Templar nodded, but it seemed sad.

"We followed her trail, but it ended at a foundry in Lowtown. I have yet to investigate there. It is also why I think that something bad has happened. Mheran wasn't adventurous, and disappearing like that wasn't something we expected from her." Anders pursed his lips and looked away.

"You think she's dead?"

"I pray not, but fear that is the case."

"So we're going to a Foundry in Lowtown then?" Adia asked, perking up a little. "Sounds exciting. Where will we find you if we find anything?"

"The Gallows. If you wish to send a message, I can understand that as well. My name is Emeric, if you have need of me." He handed the redhead some papers with his findings in them, bowed, and walked away.

"So, to Lowtown now?" Fenris chimed in, looking at the Hawkes.

"To Lowtown then. All this running back and forth... Why can't our jobs ever be in the same part of Kirkwall? We get a job in Hightown, we stay in Hightown. We get one in Lowtown, we stay there. Not High, Low, Dark, Coast, Dark, Coast again, Sundermount, Lowtown," the archer complained with a shake of her head.

"Well, at least we know the city top to bottom, right?" her sister pointed out, trying to stay optimistic.

"And it's good exercise," Anders added.

"I know ways to get exercise that don't involve walking," Isabella quipped.

"Do they involve you lying on a bed?" the Elf shot back.

"Good guess!" Adia seemed confused, and turned to the pirate.

"How do you get exercise lying on a bed? You're stationary. You don't really move." Her twin put her head in her hands and sighed heavily.

"Adia, this is Isabella talking... Just... Think about it." There was silence for a few minutes as the rogue processed the statement, and then Adia's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped as she stared at the dark-skinned woman.

"ISABELLA!"

"Well, seems you do have some naughty thoughts in that pretty head after all," the pirate replied with a smirk as she gave her a few pats. "There's hope for you yet!" Adia swatted gently at the hand on her head, sticking her tongue out.

"Only because you put them there! I was blissfully ignorant until I met you" Isabella raised an eyebrow and looked between the archer and Elf a few times.

"I'm sure."

"We're wasting time," Fenris told them as he started walking. The redhead shrugged and skipped after him, the others following close behind.


They arrived at the Foundry, which was cold and dark. Neither of the rogues detected any traps, but as the group approached the main area, everyone caught a glimpse of a robed figure that pushed off from one of the upper railings and ran into a side room. Immediately, Shades and a Desire Demon rose up and went after them. "Weren't we talking about how unoriginal these things are beginning to get?" Adia asked, quickly firing at one of the Shades. "Just once I'd like to a fight a jester riding a Mabari backwards or something!"

"That would be something to see, wouldn't it?" Isabella added.

"Less talk, more killing!" Amber shouted

"Agreed!" Fenris yelled, hacking into the Desire Demon. The Demon and Shades did not give them much trouble, an the group was once again alone in the silent foundry.

"So... Now what?" the healer asked, looking around. Adia wasted no time in heading up the stairs towards where the figure had been.

"There was a person up here. They ran when we came in. Maybe they left something?" She began hunting around the area, and located a blood-covered sack. The redhead made a face and opened the sack, thankful she was wearing gloves. As she poked through its rather gruesome contents, she suddenly saw something that made her scream and drop the bag, backpedaling into Fenris, who had come up behind her. "THERE'S A HAND IN THERE!" Isabella swiftly retrieved the sack, pulling the hand out as everyone else backed away, eyes wide.

"Wait," Anders said, pointing at a piece of jewelry. "That ring looks Orlesian."

"You don't think..." Amber stopped herself, not wanting to think about it. The pirate leaned closer and frowned.

"No, I recognize it. It's definitely Ninette's." Fenris put a careful arm around Adia's shoulders, trying to calm her down.

"Maybe someone stole it from her. That doesn't have to be her hand necessarily," she gently argued.

"Sweetie, these are the hands of a refined noblewoman. Trust me, I've seen plenty," Isabella told her.

"But... Why just one hand? Is there anything else in there?" Anders asked.

"A couple of other random bones. Nothing too gruesome."

"Nothing gruesome at all. I can stand to see whole dead bodies, just not bits and pieces." Adia sighed heavily. "Should we tell that nice gentleman what became of his wife?" Amber kicked at the floor for a moment, tugging on her hood.

"Somehow I don't think the truth would be any consolation. Maybe "she's not coming back" would suffice."

"Should we return the ring?" Fenris wondered, looking at the hand.

"Before or after we take it off her hand?" the healer teased as the Elf rolled his eyes and glared a bit at the mage.

"Well, we can always smack him across the face with the hand so he can confirm it's really her," Adia suggested as she grinned at the blonde. Anders and Isabella started laughing, but Amber and Fenris look horrified. "You two shouldn't be as shocked as you both look. I've said worse things." She started giggling and headed down the stairs back towards the exit, then turned around. "What about the Elf in the Rose? Are we going to let him know what happened to her? I could do it."

"NO!" her sister and the Elf shouted.

"Let me do that, sweet thing," Isabella offered with a smile. "He might need some comforting later. Of the bedroom kind. Are you offering that service to him?"

"Of course not!" she yelled, turning crimson.

"Not unless she wants to get him killed," Anders whispered.

"Then I'll head to the Rose, and the rest of you can head to Hightown and then the Gallows to let our "distraught" husband and nice Templar friend know what happened to their missing women."

"Let's kill two birds with one stone. Fenris and I will go to the Gallows and tell Emeric what happened and you two can go to Hightown. How's that sound? That way you two can avoid Templars," the archer explained.

"Yay us..." Amber quipped as she rolled her eyes.

"Come on now, hop to your tasks!" Isabella cheered as they all split up.


Adia and Fenris headed for the Gallows, the redhead frowning as they approached the gates. "Is it just me, or does this place just have an instantly depressing feel to it the closer you get?"

"I do not sense anything different here, Adia," he replied with a shrug.

"It must just be me then. Let's find Emeric and get out of here as fast as we can. I don't like it here." After a bit of searching, they spotted the older man, and the redhead walked up to him, hands on her hips.

"Well, we found Ninnette. Or bits of her... We think." His eyes went wide, and Fenris shook his head. Did Adia always have to try and shock people?

"Bits of her? Then she is dead, and more than likely the other women as well." Emeric hung his head, looking defeated.

"It would seem that way, yes," the Elf agreed.

"My sister and Anders headed back to tell her husband what we found."

"I thank you. Perhaps now I can get the City Guard to start investigating. Did you find the... Remains at the foundry?"

We did. There was a man there, but he ran off before we could catch him." Emeric raised his head, intrigued now.

"A man?"

"A mage, if I had to guess," Fenris told him. "We were confronted with Demons there." The Templar pursed his lips and nodded.

"I see..." Adia frowned at the former slave.

"We don't know that for sure, Fenris." He turned and gave her a quizzical look.

"Then where did the Demons come from?"

"He is right, Miss," Emeric agreed. "Only mages can summon Demons. Well, blood mages." Adia narrowed her eyes and turned her back on them.

"I reject your logic." Emeric gave Fenris a confused look, and the Elf sighed heavily and rolled his eyes.

"Let's go before you make this man regret asking for our help," he told the redhead, gently pushing her away.

"If he doesn't regret it yet there's something severely wrong with him," she shot back, heading back to Hightown. They were silent for a little bit, before Fenris decided to ask a question that had been bothering him for a while.

"Adia, why must you argue logic?"

"Because all logic is fallible. There's no proof that man in the foundry was a mage and you know it."

"So where did the Demons come from?"

"Maybe someone set up a trap?" she asked with a shrug.

"A trap that a mage helped set up." Adia sighed heavily, seeing her sister and Anders approach.

"Fine. A wizard did it."

"Hey, that's my line!" Anders joked as Fenris just shook his head.

"I was just borrowing it," she shot back with a grin. "So, how did the man take the news?" Amber fidgeted for a moment before looking down.

"About as well as you'd expect when we told him we only found part of his wife... He's trying to figure out how to break the news to her family."

"Without them wanting his head," the healer added.

"Emeric is going to try and convince the Guard to look into the murders a little more," the rogue told them as her twin nodded.

"Well, that's good."

"That, and I'm sure he's going to mention there's a dangerous apostate in the city," Fenris added, smirking at Anders. The healer bristled.

"...Excuse me?" Adia smacked herself in the forehead and glared at the Elf.

"Fenris! There is no proof the man we saw was a mage!" Amber twisted her hands, raising one finger and saying softly:

"...Except the summoned Demons?"

"See Adia? Your sister agrees," Fenris said, the smirk back in place.

"And any other random runaway mage could have set that up. There's no telling how long those things were in there before we went in."

"Okay, but the fact that they didn't attack the man we saw means either he was controlling them or an ally was," Anders countered. "I hate to say this, but..."

"I'm right?" The healer frowned at the warrior.

"For once..."

"...I need a drink." Adia stated as she stared at all of them

"I second that," Fenris said.

"Might as well, after what happened today," Amber agreed.

"True enough. Hanged Man?" Anders suggested.

"Hanged Man. With any luck we'll get to keep our clothes this time," Adia teased with a shake of her head.

"Unless Isabella gets us into a game later…" Amber pointed out.

"That's almost inevitable," Fenris predicted.

"Maybe she's still at the Rose with that nice Elf we met. Ooo! Why don't we invite him to play with us sometime! It might be fun!" the redhead said. Everyone stared at her and said in unison:

"NO!" Adia pouted and shrink back.

"Why not?"

"I am not getting naked near anyone who works at the Rose, Adia," Amber told her. Fenris folded his arms and nodded.

"A safe plan."

"Can we just go get drunk?" the healer asked, tugging on Amber's arm.

"I thought you couldn't get drunk, Anders?" Adia asked, looking puzzled. He shrugged, nodded, and sighed.

"I can't. And that is rather frustrating, especially at a time like this,"

"Well, then I won't drink either. We can borrow Varric's desk and do some work," his fellow mage suggested. He smiled and kept tugging on her arm. Adia turned to Fenris, a wide grin on her face.

"I bet I can out-drink you."

"You're on, little rogue," he replied with his own grin. The four of them headed for the Hanged Man and some well-deserved downtime.