I'm figuring there is about 11 chapters left-including the epilogue.

I still don't own.

"Gods damned back stabbing shems," the white haired woman growls after the arrogant slave master finally falls to the brunt of her wrath, "What fucking idiot ever thought that the concept of slavery was a good idea anyway?"

"No doubt it was the same people who believed that the noble class would actually stay honorable once they realized the kind of power they wielded," Zevran banters as he cleans his blades on the corpse of another slaver then slides them home in their sheathes.

"The Tevinters, I think, were the fir-"Gabriel and Jowan interrupt with a yelp as the locked box in front of them abruptly breaks open, then wave everyone over to start sifting through its contents.

"Oh Maker, I knew Loghain was abhorrent, but I would never have believed him capable of this level of depravity," the Cousland states and lifts a large stack of papers, "All of this was approved by Loghain himself. That's his personal seal. That bastard was selling citizens of Ferelden to slavers in order to fund his rise to power and he calls us the traitors."

Alistair's expression is thunderous as he stomps away from the rescued elves, "The last group was taken four days ago, they said that their keeper was among them."

"This is a ship manifest," Jowan holds up a tattered book, "There is no way we can save them if they were taken by boat."

Lynx's eyes flit over the huddling mass of elves, "Eamon is a self serving prick, but I have no doubt that he would find this as appalling as we do. We may not be able to save them, but we can nail Loghain's shriveled up balls to the wall. Gabe, Alis, I want the two of you to carry that trunk back to the estate. Let Eamon take a look at what we found, but don't leave him alone with a single bit of it, I don't want any shit to be "accidentally" be misplaced should it implicate someone he's friendly with. I'm going to take the rest to see what the other group managed to glean from that blind knight."

"Do you think that is wise sister?" Gabriel's features are etched with worry as he gives a pointed look at her shoulder and legs, "What if your legs start giving you trouble again? Or your wound is torn open? No offense intended, but you and Jowan aren't the be-"

"Wynne is with them, and she ought to be able to patch me up good enough to fight if I have a problem," the hedge mage dismisses even as a web of pain engulfs her from the waist down, "If we're not back by dark-"

"Kill Loghain a lot?" the former Templar suggests after he and Gabriel jointly lift the chest.

Lynx chuckles and reties her hair, "I was going to say come rescue us, but that works just as well. As long as you come save our asses when you're done."

As her brothers snicker and exit the building, the mage feels a hand slip under her armor and begin massaging the jagged scars Jowan's healing had left along her back.

"You are in pain dea, you should go back with them and rest."

She looks to her lover and snorts, "When are any of us not in pain nowadays Zev? It doesn't matter, I can't sit back and lick my wounds while all of you risk your lives doing my job."

"Do you need me to take a look at it?" Jowan queries after noticing the assassins ministrations.

Lynx shakes her head, "No, just do that electrical thing you did after I killed Sten. Those little jolts helped loads."

He nods and presses his hand to her spine then waits for the hedge mage to grit her teeth and give him the okay before flooding the area with low voltage shocks. Her legs go watery, and the Antivans strong arms are the only things that prevents her from crashing to the filthy floorboards.

When it is over and she is steady enough to stand without aid once more, he relinquishes his hold on his lover.

"Well, that was fun," the commander tries to smile but it comes out a twisted grimace as she hurriedly pats down a rogue spark chasing down the length of her bangs, "Let's get this done before I try to beat a backbone into these flat ears."

Spiorad leads them to a building that was once an orphanage, according to Zevran. Lynx and Jowan exchange a grim look when they feel the shredded Veil writhing in the air around them.

"The Veil is torn here," Jowan states for the assassins benefit, "Caution would be most wise."

The former Crow silently draws his longswords in lieu of his signature daggers and squeezes through the jammed door first, with the others close on his heels.

The stench of rotting meat assaults the companions as they pad through the bloodied halls, the most recent signs of carnage acting as a guide to their friends. Wisps dance around them as they slink along, sometimes wailing terrible warnings of the evil that has made a home here.

A few mutated, vile things are dispatched quickly as the tell tale sounds of a battle being waged begin piercing the air.

They crash into the room where they find the others struggling with some sort of demon. Leliana's song of valor floats above the din, although the words are sharpened by the bard's own fighting spirit.

Lynx shouts to her comrades, though her greeting also captures the attention of the abomination. She moves out of the line of fire swiftly, then curses as it turns its grotesque smirk on Jowan.

"I'm over here, you limp dicked freak!" she taunts, hurling a fireball into its side, "Come fight someone your own size!"

As soon as it is distracted from the human mage, a hex flares around the beast, weakening it just enough for the party to swarm it. In mere minutes, the demon is shoved back into the Fade. Leliana rushes to Ser Otto, who is lying prone on the blood soaked floor.

"Ser, it is done! We have defeated the monster!"

His reply is mumbled and trails off before Wynne has time to prepare her most powerful healing spell.

She watches the bard weep over the fallen knight, whispering prayers. When the woman finally quiets and stands to peer at her leader, her eyes are bloodshot and dark with fatigue. "Let us retire to Eamon's estate before any guards come to investigate the racket we have caused."

The apostate nods her agreement, then takes the lead of the line of battered comrades as they trudge their way back to their temporary sanctuary.