*A/N. So here we are, chapter 21. A retelling of Sebastian's recruitment and a few other things here and there, so for all the fangirls out there, he comes the love child of Nathaniel Howe and Leliana.
Please leave a review on WHERE I can improve, what you liked or if you wanna add your two cents to this, anything at all is helpful to keep going*
Chapter 21
Bad blood among Nobility
Three years ago…
Another day had passed since the job he posted on the notice board had been taking. Sebastian truthfully wasn't holding much hope for anyone taking much notice of it, yet the day he posted it, he returned to find it missing and according to the chantry sister that was always outside the church, the job was taking by four unique individuals.
Sebastian was currently awaiting for Grand Cleric Elthina to finish with her sermons with a few refuges from the blight. He leaned against the wall, eyes closed as he tuned in to the choirs of the sisters singing the gentle hymns of the song of Andraste. It soothed his mind and soul, yet that darkness of learning of the company that murdered his parents was still in his mind.
Part of him regretted putting up that paper, for all he knew he had just sent more innocent people to their deaths, and it weighed on his conscious. Soon after he was finished with the cleric, he'd go and find the poor souls that took his job, pay them for their attempts and finish the work on his own. It was only after all, his family's tragedy should not be on anyone else's shoulders.
'Excuse me, Sebastian?'.
He opened his kind gentle blue eyes to see an initiate in front of him. 'Oh, morning Amy, what can I do for you?', he asked. 'It's about the man who took your contract, he's waiting for you outside', she said, nodding her head to the door. His eyes widened at this piece of news as the initiate bowed kindly and headed deeper into the chantry, leaving the stunned archer behind.
Quickly, he exited the chantry to find the man standing by a pillar near the diamond white coloured steps, he heard gentle humming from the man as he noticed a small black rubber ball in hand, bouncing up and down on the stone floor. Hearing the door open, the man turned around to see Sebastian.
'Oh there you are, good to see your still up and going', he said as he caught the ball in mid-air. 'I've found the men that killed your parents, here's the trinkets to prove it'. The man showed him the family trinkets that Sebastian found out that were taken by them, a necklace that his grandfather wore, a ring and one dagger that was used by his older brother.
'We found a few more that looked Starkhaven made, my friend sent a few of his guys to pick up the rest and they'll deliver them to the chantry', he said as he handed him the items. 'I uh, must admit I didn't think you'd be successful', Sebastian said dumbfounded. 'Is that a polite way of saying you can't pay for this?', the man asked with sheepish smile.
'Oh no, no I meant, yes I can pay sorry', Sebastian said, taking out his pouch of coins and handing it to the man. 'I just…didn't…I thought I sent a set of innocent folk to die', he mumbled. 'Well just as well my group weren't incapable', he replied with a friendly smile. 'If nothing else, I'll take my leave then my lord', he said with a courteous nod.
'Hold on, I don't even know your name', Sebastian said as the mage walked down the steps. '…Hawke'…
Present day
'Master Hawke destroyed the Flint Company. None remain …but this. Yet…now that I know who send them, it's almost impossible to see their deaths as justice', Sebastian said as he paced upon the pedestal, Elthina watching him as he paced back and forth. 'Death is never justice Sebastian, no matter the crime ', the cleric spoke wisely as the prince rubbed his temples.
Three years passed and only now did the prince learn the true murderers of his family, the Harimanns. They were the noble family that allied with his own family for several years, but now they suddenly hire the Flint Company and have his family murdered.
It was a horrible thought he had, he remembered all those times they visited his family, the time she played with the other children. Now they hire assassins, kill his family and now they know he's in Kirkwall.
'And now the question is what do I do now?', he asked himself. 'You know you cannot ignore them now, especially once they find out you are in the chantry', she said. 'I-Hawke?', he said, turning to see the mage approach them. 'Hope I'm not interrupting anything', he said with a smile. Behind him the prince saw there was the pirate named Isabela, an elven mage named Merrill and another elf named Fenris.
The only reason he recalled their names was simply because these were the ones that took up the job years ago. 'No, just, a matter I've yet to resolve', he said. 'This have anything to do with the Flint Company we killed?', the mage asked. 'You actually remembered them?', Isabela asked. 'Is that so weird?'. 'No, just impressive really, given your track record of killing gangs, mercenaries and other organizations that get paid for killing people…excluding templars and mages, no shortage of them'.
'I've learned recently who hired the Flint Company, the Harimanns. A noble family of Kirkwall', the prince explained. At mention of the name, Hawke folded his arms and hummed. 'I think I've met a Harimann years ago…lord Harimann yes', the mage said. 'Meeran wanted us to murder him for another family hiring them…but he helped a lot of people back in Ferelden so we let him go'.
'I've heard he passed away recently, something related to an illness of sort', Fenris mused. One of the benefits in living in Hightown was the stories you hear from the noble ladies and gossip loving wives that clearly enjoy such nonsense. 'But why did the Harimanns kill your family then?', Hawke inquired. 'Money? Power? It's hard to say. Lady Harimann was always jealous that my parents were royalty while her family were mere nobility', he answered.
'Still I can't imagine that pushing her to outright murder'. 'I dunno, I've heard the strangest excuses for murdering a royal family for power, this is just common among nobles these days', Isabela chirped with a shrug. The two residents of the chantry looked at the woman oddly as they heard tiny giggles from the two elves while the mage tried his best not to cackle. 'Ignoring the painfully obvious motive that nobles have for murder, what do you intend to do about it?', Hawke asked.
'It may be time to seek out answers, why they would do such a thing', Sebastian answered. 'Sebastian, doing this will put you in great danger', Elthina warned. 'See this is why the circle of violence never ends', Hawke joked with a shrug. He earned chuckles from the group behind him even a smirk from Sebastian. 'But she's got a good point, you're practically walking into the lion's den', he said wisely.
'I know that, but what if they attacked here, send another company?', the brother spoke calmly. 'You really think they'd risk the guard and templars for another attempt on your life?', Fenris asked, arms folding. Sebastian pondered on the white haired elf's words, attacking him if he was out on the streets was one thing as well as him on the road to another city. Yet here he'd be safe since if he's heard right the new guard captain the crime rate was quite low thanks to her efforts, not to mention the knight-commander would raze the entire noble family if they so much as hired pranksters to paint crude images on the walls.
Then again, how long could he possibly wait inside the chantry until they decided to risk it all and kill him regardless of the potential circumstances. It also didn't assure him that the moment he'd die, they automatically would assume the throne of Starkhaven. So they'd be able to evade facing charges.
'I'd rather not risk it. If they were bold enough to hire the Flint Company, they mire hire the Antivan crows next', he said. 'And they're usually good at killing people, especially when it comes to nobles about to be kings and queens', Isabela chirped, recalling the times she encountered them on her own adventures.
'Except that one time, they failed to kill the grey wardens during the blight', Hawke mentioned with a grin. '...Good argument there', Isabela responded with a shrug. 'Then how bout we tag along just in case', Hawke offered. Sebastian nodded in gratitude as he picked up his bow and quiver. 'Led on then, I've always wanted to visit the neighbours in Hightown', Hawke said as he and the others exited the chantry.
'That's because you hate them', Fenris replied. 'Don't you count among the neighbours?', Merrill asked innocently. Fenris paused and looked at her with a scowl, opening his mouth before he realized she was actually right. 'She's got you pegged Fenny', Isabela teased with a tiny push on the shoulder.
He growled in response as Hawke chuckled at him. 'Don't worry Fenris, you're the only neighbour I like', Hawke said with a reassuring grin as they exited the chantry, a new ally in tow.
Harimann Estate
'Should we really use the front entrance?', Sebastian inquired as they climbed the steps to the estate. 'We're in Hightown with several other nobles out in the streets, you really think they'll just attack us in broad day light with this many people as witnesses?', Hawke responded with a confident smile.
Hawke approached the door and with a quick nod to the others to be ready, he lifted his hand to knock the door. When his knuckle touched the wooden structure though, the door slowly moved backwards with a squeak of the hinges. Blinking at this, the mage slowly pushed the door further in before the party entered the estate.
Entering the home they found the place to be eerily quiet and worryingly empty, not a single soul in sight. Both lord and servant were not in sight yet the place looked cared for and well cared for and no indication that this was abandoned. 'This is very strange', Sebastian said. 'Where are all the servants, or maker where's anyone', Hawke asked.
'Something's not right here', he said. They explored the estate, thinking that maybe there were people further in the estate or maybe the servants were cleaning the rooms or something on the lines of a servant's duties.
Deeper in the home, they heard shouting and angry slurs. Looking down the railings, they saw a young woman angrily yelling and berating…a wine barrel.
'More! More you lazy son of a bitch! What is taking so long?', she demanded. Walking down the steps, Sebastian immediately recognized the woman. 'Flora?', he said. ' Why does no one in the house care what I want?', she whined, staggering back and forth as she kept waving her hand at the wine casket, as if she were complaining to a servant who had the unfortunate luck to be caught in her tantrum.
'More wine! Or I swear, I will drown you in the dregs!', she threatened. 'Yeesh, somebody needs to lay off the booze for a while', Isabela said with a smirk. Curious, Hawke approached the woman and waved his hand in her face but got nothing from her as she resumed insulting the poor innocent barrel. 'She doesn't even see us', Hawke said, amused.
'This is not normal wine', Sebastian claimed, folding his arms. However, he slowly turned to his left to see Isabela take a gulp of the wine poured from the barrel. Merrill, who was standing as far as she could from a possibly raving mad Isabela, held her staff closely as Fenris himself gripped his great sword to defend himself from her.
Isabela returned the bottle to the table and placed her hand on her hips. '…Can't say she's missing much, I've had better ale at the Hanged Man!', she criticised. '…Are you going to insult the bottle now?', Merrill asked worriedly. 'I would if it tasted like piss, but nah', the pirate said with a shrug. 'Alrighty, the wine is not the cause of grumpy noble girl but we've yet to find the source', Hawke surmised as he backed away from Flora as she kept yelling at the wine barrel.
Leaving the drunken girl to her devices, the five headed upstairs to find the library.
And found more madness…
Inside the gathering room were two elven servants, one a woman with a knife held at her neck while the other a male holding the dagger. There was also a noble man, pacing around a pile of gold and other precious items.
'More! It must be molten! You! More coins, I want every scrap of gold in this house!', he ordered, looking at his servant. The elven girls shook in terror, eyes constantly looking back and forth between the knife and her master. 'P-please, messere…', she whimpered in terror, voice shaky. 'There's nothing to fear. You'll be beautiful', the noble said, drunken madness in his voice with a drunk like smile plastering over his face.
'Pour it over her', he ordered. Everyone's eyes widened in shock at this as the elven servant nodded as he approached the pot. 'That's going to kill her!', Sebastian exclaimed. The servant turned to see the intruders…and also a fist in his face.
With him out cold, Merrill patted the servant's shoulders and pulled her back from the noble man as he resumed his rambling of pouring gold, even contemplating that he should be the one to be bathed in molten gold. 'Oh thank you, thank you messeres!', the servant cried as Merrill held her steady. 'It's alright Da Len, you're safe', the dalish assured as the girl cried.
Fenris knelt down to check the fallen elf, opening his eyes and finding something surprising. 'He's been charmed', he said. Sebastian and Isabela looked at him oddly, before turning to Hawke and Merrill. 'He means whatever did this has put him under their control, almost like blood magic', Hawke explained. 'So, we're dealing with a maleficar?', the priest asked.
'No, if it was a blood mage, there would be traces of blood magic around his eyes', Merrill said. Releasing the girl, the elf knelt down and pointed at the opened eye held by Fenris' fingers. 'His pupil is larger, the charm spells usually render the eye like this. But if it was blood magic, you'd see traces of red around the iris and the eyes would look normal upon first glance', she elf explained, pointing at the eye.
Sebastian raised his brow at this explanation, never hearing this much of a descriptive detail outside of the chantry's warnings of the dark magic. 'How do you know this?', he asked. Merrill visibly flinched at this as she mentally slapped her forehead for being so careless. 'It's because she's a blood mage', Fenris said, standing up from the body and away from the elf. Sebastian's eyes widened at the white elf's statement as Merrill refused to so much as look at the archer.
'You…you have a maleficar with you?', Sebastian asked in shock and horror. '…Yes, I am a blood mage', Merrill said standing up and facing him. Steel in her eyes as she faced down Fenris' scowl and Sebastian's look of horror, before turning away and picking up her staff and walking ahead to the next room. 'Look, get out of here and head to the chantry or something for awhile', Isabela said to the now stunned elf. Nodding dumbly, the elf ran out of the mad estate, leaving the four.
'And you, are you a blood mage?', Sebastian asked, looking at Hawke. 'Not me, can't stand the wrist cutting and what not', Hawke said as he followed Merrill. 'But regardless of what magic we use, Merrill's proven herself, and as far as I'm concerned she's no threat to us', he warned.
He gave Fenris a glare of his own before following the elf deeper into the estate with Isabela in tow, intentionally shoulder bashing into Fenris while passing, earning her a growl from the broody elf.
Deeper inside the estate after climbing up a few sets of stairs, they found most of the rooms empty and vacant of any of the family members. 'Sebastian how big is this family?', Hawke asked as Fenris and Isabela peered into a room. 'Flora and Brett are lady Harimann's children, there's also her husband lord Ruxton', Sebastian answered.
'So, so far we've only seen the kids but not the mother or father', Fenris said. 'Empty in here, what's the next one', Isabela said as she and Fenris followed the others to the next room.
Needless to say, the wished they skipped this one.
'Hmm…no lower….lower~'. Upon entering the room the group had found themselves invading something VERY private time in there as an elven prostitute was busy servicing a man while he kept his hands upon her head, eyes slowly rolling into his skull as he smiled lewdly up at the ceiling.
'I beg your pardon Hawke…I didn't mean to expose you to such…things', Sebastian stuttered. 'No apologises necessary', Isabela said with her own stupid grin as she actually leaned left to get a better view while Merrill's face burst into red as she desperately covered her eyes. 'Good Mythal above! Lock the bloody door next time!', Merrill cried, embarrassment in her voice as Isabela and Varric chuckled at the innocent elf.
'No~ Use the feather', he said as the elf stood up, allowing him to ogle her stomach. 'Where have you been all my life?', he asked as he stood up to do nothing but praise this supposed elven goddess of smut. Like the others, he seemed to be completely unaware of the company excluding the elf, who even she was neglecting the others. 'Today, I am more than man! Come, felicitate me!', he ordered drunkenly.
'I've known lord Ruxton my whole life. He's a complete prude', Sebastian said. 'That's my kind of prude', Isabela quipped with a grin. 'Looks like everyone's either charmed or they extremely rude', Hawke said. 'Well if you had a prostitute that didn't question why everyone is crazy I suppose anyone would be more focused on the subject', Varric said.
'Where's your brother? Let's ask him to join us', he proposed. 'And with that, we're moving on!', Hawke declared as they all started to leave the room bar Isabela, who was still trying to get a better view. 'You're coming too!', Hawke said, grabbing the pirate by the hair and pulling her with them, ignoring her yelps and choirs of "Hair, hair, hair".
Exploring the estate, the group decided to check the very last room they've yet to explore and that was the pantry. The estate was stocked with supplies and documents on the tables. 'This is probably the most normal room we've found so far', Fenris said as he pushed the table aside with Hawke. 'Surprised we didn't find someone humping the sack of potatoes', Varric jested as he read through the documents but finding nothing aside from angry complaints of late deliveries and other noble issues.
Merrill was about to approach the stove until she felt a breeze over her foot. Looking down at her foot, then at the wall by her, she place her foot closer to the wall and felt the breeze again wash over her strong toes. The elf then gently gripped the candle hold and pulled, hearing gears clank and move against each other.
Suddenly the door slowly slid to the left and revealed the basement below. 'A secret basement?', Hawke asked standing beside the elf. 'Was that always there?', Varric asked as the human archer joined them. 'Not when I was a child', he said. They climbed down the steps, the breeze more powerful down there though there was no windows or ways to the surface for breezes to fly down. 'Looks well cared for down here', Fenris said, looking around to see several supplies stacked on shelves along with a large trap down in the corner. 'Let's see what lies beneath the door', Hawke said.
Just as they all reached the trap door, Varric called out. Turing to the entrance, they saw the family slowly approaching them, their eyes so blank and devoid of life like they were mere puppets on string. 'Turn back, there is nothing for you here', Flora spoke in such a dull tone. 'Oh now you acknowledge us, after we saw your father becoming a man', Isabela said with a roll of her eyes.
'Flora, what's going on?', Sebastian tried, hoping to break his childhood friend out this trance and get some answers. He got something else, far worse.
'You shall not enter', she declared. Her eyes rolled up into her skull as she and her family fell on their knees and collapsed to the floor. Silenced filled the room as the group gripped their weapons, awaiting for Flora's…defence?
'…Kitten did you put them to sleep or something?', Isabela asked. 'No…Hawke?', the elf replied. '…Maybe they all had too much to drink and had enough?', Hawke said.
'Look out!', Varric shouted. Shades shot out from the corners of the room as a desire demon rose up from the circle within the triangle of bodies from the fallen family. 'Well now we know there's demons, so we are dealing with blood mages!', Hawke shouted as he blasted a shade that got too close to Isabela and destroyed it.
'Kill them first, then we check the trap door!', the mage ordered.
Quickly Sebastian fired a single arrow that pierced the desire demon's shoulder, earning a yelp from the scantly clothed creature before it snarled at the prince. It floated quickly towards him but it was meet with the blade wielded by Fenris, who cleaved the temptress of the fade in half with a roar as he sprinted towards the shades, each being pummelled by magical energies by the two mages.
Isabela plunged both of her daggers in the hunch like back of the shade, dragging her beautifully crafted daggers down its non-existent spine. She pulled one dagger out and tossed it to an unsuspecting shade that slithered towards the mages, the dagger stabbing the brownish black back, earning a demonic ish shriek of pain.
Seeing the beast, Merrill fired a channel of lighting that covered the demon in violet lightning upon impact. The demon sunk into the ground and faded to nothingness as the lighting vanished while another was turned to ash by the fire wielding mage as Varric fired a burning bolt into a shade's glowing eye and rendered it sightless.
Fenris plunged his great sword right through the demon's torso, growling as he lifted the sword up and slicing the demon in half before it sunk into the ground and faded back to the fade. 'Demons, temptresses', Sebastian said, his eyes fixed upon the family while Varric and Isabela checked their pulses. 'Alive but unconscious, looks like the demon lady was the one controlling them', he said.
'Yes, but she wasn't the one behind all this', Hawke said. Everyone looked at him as Merrill spoke up. 'A desire demon can manipulate a person's desires to control them, but controlling three people like this is too much for her, a lesser one', Merrill explained. 'We're dealing with a far more powerful demon here and these people were used as bargaining tools', Hawke said. He looked to the trap door. 'And we're going to find it'.
Below
Beneath the estate to the group's surprise was an entire underground labyrinth, one Sebastian stated that this was never here before when he was a child. Varric however actually told them the mother of the family had discovered this place years ago, in Flora's letters or rather journal he found in the pantry.
Apparently the family, namely the mother, was the one tried to extend the estate and through some wall breaking here and there, she discovered this place and had been fixed on this for a very long time now. Hawke then deduced that it was possible a demon was left down here by the original owner of this estate, a relic of a demon from maker knew how long ago.
Navigating through these passageways proved little difficult for the company using Merrill's blood magic and to trace other maleficarum within the area. Despite the two haters of blood magic, the party followed the elf's direction.
Climbing a set of stairs, Merrill dissipated the spell around her and pointed up ahead. Forward in front of an old statue, was an elder woman who was on her knees, speaking to another desire demon. The staff on her back and the fact the spell vanished within close range proved to the others she was their blood mage.
'You must give me more', she demanded to the temptress. 'Starkhaven will not submit. I put that idiot Goran Veal on the prince's seat but the other families won't heed him', she said. 'Goran Vael?', Hawke asked quietly to the prince. 'My cousin, a very simple man…but with the rest of my family dead he was the "sole" survivor of the Vael family who could inherit the throne', the prince explained.
'I must marry him to Flora and solidify our hold. But I need more power', the mage said. The desire demon gently placed a corrupted finger against her cheek, an amused smirk danced on her pale violet skin as she watched the mage plead for more power. 'I've given you much. Your desires run deep', she said.
'You've already traded your husband and children. What more could you offer?', it asked, true curiosity ran in her demonic voice. 'So that's how she did it. Allowing the demon's pets to take control over them, she was able to get this much power', Hawke surmised. 'And because none of them were mages there was no chance of them turning into abominations, the perfect disguise for demons', Sebastian said.
Then, the demon looked at the party, a coy smile appeared on her lips. 'Oh? Relatives of yours pet?', she teased, eyeing the two mages. Lady Harimann turned around quickly and no doubt was about to demand how they found this labyrinth, her eyes widened when they fell upon the prodigal son of the Vael family, his own blue eyes held fire within them.
'Sebastian…you're alive!?', she said in absolute shock as her skin turned pale. 'You were my mother's friend! How could you murder her!?', the prince demanded, fury in his voice as the sheer volume of anger mixed betrayal made Lady Harimann shake. The demon chuckled, earning everyone's attention. 'Murder is such an ugly word. I prefer "removed the only obstacle between her and her dreams"', it spoke so uncaringly. 'You…you were the one who did this! You bewitched Lady Harimann and made her murder my family!', the archer yelled in rage. The demon rolled her eyes at the accusation before she eyed him more than the mages. 'You misunderstand my kind human. I could create such desires if I wished. But it is far easier to nurture those that already exist', she said.
'And far more easier to sweeten a deal, increase the price of each demand for power until they've nothing more to bargain than their own body and soul', Hawke spoke up, seeing the demons ploy quickly. 'And all the more of a reason to be rid of you', he said as everyone grabbed their weapons.
Refusing to allow her source of power to destroyed, Lady Harimann grabbed her staff with a yell.
THUNK!
Harimann stiffed as she looked down to see an arrow pierced her chest and into her heart. Slowly she looked up to see the archer with his bow in hand as he bore his eyes into her own, as she fell to her knees and slowly collapsed to the right with a thud.
The demon scoffed in reply to this turn of events before it turned upon the group, only to see Hawke and Merrill already firing waves of magical energies, consuming the demon in a wave of fire and lighting and reducing her to dust.
The fight was over…but it was a hollow victory…
Chantry
Revenge was a concept that far too many knew about, thoughts of revenge often portrayed to be for justice or to avenge the wrongs of the others.
Never before had Sebastian felt so foolish at this. He leaned upon the railing of the chantry pedestal, watching several initiates walk around the great hall and chatting away with others, some even were praying to the holy prophet of Andraste.
When they returned to the surface, it seemed Hawke and Merrill were right about the possession of the demon as Flora had revealed that they never knew they were under her control until the party had come to the estate and slew her. She apologized to him about her mother's cruel deeds and swore to help him reclaim what he had lost, though at this point Sebastian wasn't even sure what he needed now.
He thought…he prayed that he'd get answers for the death of his family, maybe even hoped Harimann was innocent and was forced into playing the villain of this, instead she did it. She killed her long-time friend, simply out of jealously and a dark driven lust for power, even sacrificing her own family to secure her family's hold on the throne.
The bloody throne…all this murder, dark magic and chaos, for the damn seat for a king or queen.
'Elthina said I'd find you here', Hawke said as he stood beside the prince. '…I thought I'd feel…*sigh* I thought if I find out the reason for my parents murder I would be…', the archer said but he kept stopping, eventually he sighed heavily while rubbing his temple. 'Revenge never ends that way, it always ends up with more confusion and slight sense of self-regret', Hawke answered. 'Believe me I've seen it end much worse'. Sebastian sighed as he stood up and rubbed his neck. 'So, what do you want to do now?', Hawke asked as he followed Sebastian to the statue of Andraste behind them.
'What do you mean?', he asked. 'Well what's next? Do you go for the throne or do something else?', Hawke said. Sebastian looked up at the statue of Andraste, folding his arms as his mind scrambled for answers to the big question that's been on his mind ever since he left the Harimann estate. Now that there's was no longer a price on his head and with him being the sole member of his family alive he had legit claims to the throne.
And there was the problem.
He himself was convinced he was ready to be king, or rather he didn't believe he was what his people needed. An inexperience prince who was raised mostly by the chantry and has practiced the brotherly faith, not to mention he'd never be able to make such choices that would require someone to suffer for it.
How could he be a candidate for the throne if he allowed his anger to motivate him seek revenge on a family which the majority had no hand in the murder of his family, it also didn't help that the how matter was started because of Lady Harimann was so desperate for the throne she risked her entire family's life just to secure her hold on the damnable thing.
Would that be his life, dealing with such squabble that would drive anyone mad?
'I truly don't know Hawke…perhaps…I should leave it alone for now, until I've cleared my mind of the matter', Sebastian said. 'Good, given today a little break wouldn't hurt the soul', the mage replied with a pat on his friend's shoulder. 'Well, I've got a game of Wicked Grace at the Hanged Man to attend to', he said as he headed for the door. He stopped for a bit and turned with a smile.
'Feeling up for a quick game or two?', he asked. Sebastian smiled in response as he followed the mage outside the chantry.
A/N. Here's this weeks chapter!
Sorry for the quick end of the demon and Harimann, wanted to get this fight over and done with. So sorry for the quickness, but I promise to expand in future.
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