Faelyn scouted ahead of the group to an abandoned building in the alienage. She never liked bringing Bethany into a fight so if Faelyn could spare her from that she would, but Varric had been occupied that night and she would've gotten an earful if Aveline had gone with them. The area was quiet, too quiet. Faelyn gave a low whistle to let the others know it was all clear. The building was locked tight; cursing herself for forgetting her picks, Faelyn searched the building for a way in.

"I had told you to bring them..." Carver's smug look earned him a glare.

"There's a small window there, but I don't think Carver could get in" Beth pointed to the little opening to the side of the building.

"Told you, you were getting fat," Faelyn said, sticking her tongue at him. With that, she began removing the small leather cuirass she wore to reveal the clothes underneath. Beth had said she looked like a pirate with the clothes that were chosen, a dark red tunic underneath a black corset. The leggings she wore seemed like they were sewn on to her skin and her black boots laced to the knee.

Handing Carver the cuirass Faelyn placed a dagger into her mouth, holding it with her teeth as she climbed up to the window and slipped through. Landing silently on her feet she took in her surroundings. The room looked similar to the main room at Gamlen's. Noticing a trap near the front door she quickly disarmed it before undoing the lock and letting the others inside. Putting her finger to her lips Faelyn used her hands to motion what there were to do. Beth would stand back near the entrance, Carver was to look into the room on the left while she'd look into the larger one.

"One... Two... Three!"

Slamming the door open Faelyn knocked one of her opponents to the ground, grabbing her crossbow and shot the three near the far wall just before she had to drop it and block an attack from a long sword. Using her weight, she pushed him back, dropping him to the floor with a swinging kick which took his feet out from under him. Jumping on top of him, she used her dagger to slit his throat and felt the warmth of his blood as it sprayed her face and neck.

"Guess it wasn't just me then"

Standing up from the now corpse Faelyn turned to see Carver wiping the bloodstains from his face and arms. "How many?"

"Just three" he shrugged as Beth pushed past to make sure she wasn't injured. Lifting her hands up she gave a sheepish grin "Not my blood Beth..."

She handed her a cloth, "I brought a few, I thought you and Carver might need to clean up."

Accepting the cloth Faelyn wiped the blood from her body before turning to the chest that Anso had spoken of. She inserted a dagger into the lock, pushed and twisted. Both siblings had moved to look over her shoulder at the contents. Nothing.

"Asschabs! What's going on? They either moved the contents or Anso wasn't being entirely truthful with us..."

"Come on. There's nothing here so let's leave."

Placing her dagger back in its holder she turned and started looting the bodies. Carver made a disgusted noise and started to help. She was on the last body when Carver and Beth moved to go outside. As Faelyn started walking outside, she counted the coins that she'd taken, placing them in her pouch before walking straight into Carver's back.

"Carver! What the-" They were surrounded.

"That's not the elf!" cried one of the... Tevinter, if the symbols worn on their armour was anything to go by.

"Don't matter! We were told to kill whoever left the building!"

The mercenaries removed their weapons. The sharp twang of a bowstring loosened caught Faelyn's attention as a shaft was loosened at Beth. Reaching out just in time she caught the arrow just before it hit Beth's chest. Letting out a cry Beth stumbled back and fell. Turning back, Faelyn threw the arrow to the ground and withdrew her daggers, throwing one up lightly and catching it.

"Now that wasn't very nice" she stated coldly. "Beth. Barrier. Carver..." her mouth turned upwards in a sinister smile "Let us kill these bastards!"

With that Faelyn jumped forward, her daggers landing in the chest of what seemed to be their captain. He cried out before falling back. With a quick flick of her ankle, the secret dagger in her boot popped out and she used it to kick the next man in the head. She heard the whoosh of Carver's large sword as he hacked at the mercenaries before him. Faelyn had to duck and roll as a large axe swung for her head, jumping to her feet she spun, slicing the men surrounding her. That's when she felt the surge of mana and heard Beth shriek. A magister in the far corner was attacking Beth's barrier.

Faelyn ran forward and dived. With outstretched arms used her weapons to slice open the necks of the two men standing guard over the magister. She was close enough now to see the look of terror on his face. He turned his attention to her, throwing two fireballs at her. Faelyn threw down the daggers so they lodged in the chests of his guards and moved her hands to catch the fireballs sent towards her. She couldn't help but sneer as she watched him pale and stumble backwards as he watched the fireballs be combined into one.

"Bye-bye" sending it straight at him he screamed as the fire consumed him. Faelyn watched as he flailed around before collapsing over the corpse of another.

Turning she realised that they had killed them all. She started counting the number of corpses littering the now bloody alienage.

Thirty-five... We'll have to do something with the bodies, otherwise the elves will be blamed for the carnage and I don't want to see another massacre.

"Beth? You ok?" seeing her give a little nod she continued "Carver and I'll loot the bodies, but once we've finished, I want you to set fire to them until there's nothing left but ash."

She paled a little but simply nodded as she and Carver got to work. Once they place everything of value into a little sack Carver carried and saw to the remains, they headed for the steps exiting the alienage only to find it blocked by another armed man. Shifting into a defensive position Faelyn growled as she reached for a weapon.

"I don't know who you are friend, but you've made a mistake coming here."

"Eh... perhaps you haven't noticed... but the three of us took down your little battalion, and made swift work of it too..."

He flinched as if not expecting Carver to speak, "Lieutenant. I want everyone in the clearing, now!"

At that Faelyn started giggling. Both this man and Beth looked at her as if she'd gone mad.

Carver just smiled and poked Beth before pointing past this man before them "Look."

"Captain..." the man was bleeding from an open wound, stumbling forward. It was quite clear to a trained eye that he would not last much longer.

"That's everyone huh?" Faelyn gibed as the man fell dead, looking very unconcerned as she concentrated on the state of her nails.

"Your men are dead. And your trap has failed."

At the sound of the new voice, Faelyn lost the pretence of being disinterested and stared wide-eyed at the new man in front of her and felt her jaw drop. She snapped it shut so fast it hurt. The familiarity between this man and Leto was uncanny, the main difference was his silver hair, tattoos and scowl. Leto had ebony hair, no tattoos and had the brightest smile.

Fae could feel the pain of when her breath caught and her eyes watered as she felt the onset of an anxiety attack. Everything about him reminded her of Leto, but mostly it was that voice. He sounded exactly like Leto and her heart contracted at the mere thought.

It was as if his body had a pull on hers and Faelyn took an unintentional step forward, her hand grasping at her heart.

"You are going nowhere slave!" cried the man as he went to grab the elf causing the intense feelings within Faelyn.

"I am not a slave!" his whole body lit up as he plunged his hand into the man's chest. The man stared straight at her, his eyes betraying the full terror and pain he felt. Withdrawing his arm, the elf turned.

"I apologise. I did not believe they'd be so numerous." Faelyn felt her lips twitch with a smile when she saw how guilty he looked. Leto used to do the exact same face when he thought he had hurt her in combat…

Fenris watched Fae warily as she continued closer, one hand grasping where her heart would be and the other outstretched and reaching for him. Looking into her eyes he could see the pain and hope held within. There was something about them that-

"Leto?"

The name broke the trance they had been in. The sound of that name from her lips caused the elf to scowl and glare at her.

"My name is Fenris."

Faelyn tried not to let the depression and despair from taking over but it was so difficult when who could have been Leto's twin was standing before her.

"Do you have a brother? Or a cousin? I'm sorry but you just look so much like him."

From his standpoint, he could see that the woman was not grabbing at her heart but at something on the end of a chain.

"If I have a family, I do not know them."

"Oh."

He watched in horror as the woman basically crumbled in on herself. Her eyes glistened with tears and the other young woman came forward and wrapped an arm around her shoulder in a gesture of comfort.

The man engaged him in conversation and he explained about his need for help but unsure where to find it, it was hard to trust others. From the corner of his eye, he watched the two women speak to each other. The older seemed to gather her spirits nearing the end of his discussion. It was decided, they would help him clear out the mansion.

They quickly dispatched the shades throughout the mansion. Knowing that they and the rage demons were drawn to mana, they used Beth as bait while she cast spells. Faelyn was relentless in her attacks, letting out her emotions until their bodies littered the floor.

Her hand was pressed against the wall of the main bedchamber, half slouched over, trying to catch her breath. Fighting that many shades and rage demons had certainly taken their toll. Blowing the piece of hair that had fallen over her face she looked to see Beth sitting on a chair, almost half lying over the table and Carver on the floor sitting against the wall, his head leaning back with his eyes closed.

Standing straight she went about removing the contents of the chests Fenris said they could have. She went to the desk and started routing through the documents, trying to see if they held any clue to this mysterious Denarius.

"Shit!" jumping back as the paper she held burst into flames, along with those on the desktop.

"Sis!" Bethany jumped up and ran over, grabbing her hand to see if Faelyn was harmed.

"What happened?"

"Sorry, I'm just not really with it at the moment…"

Beth grasped her hand in an attempt to console her.

"He looks so much like him Beth…" a single tear escaped to freedom before Faelyn crushed it with the back of her hand as she wiped her cheek.

Giving her hand one more quick squeeze, Beth mumbled as she started pulling me towards the door "Come on, this place gives me the creeps."

"Ah it's not that bad, minus the corpses and that..."

Fenris was leaning against the wall when we got outside. He looked so destitute and angry that Faelyn wanted to just wrap her arms around him and rest her chin on his shoulder. She quickly shook her head to rid herself of that image, as it just brought up images of the last time she was with Leto and Bethany gave her a questioning look.

"Heh. I ran from black magic to have it hunt me at every turn. And now I find myself in the presence of yet another mage." Hearing his voice laced with disgust caused her to straighten up and step slightly in front of Beth. "I saw what you did in there. I should have realised earlier what you were. How long before the temptation is too much and you give in to demons."

This was not Leto. Leto loved magic.

"Bethany has more than proved herself!" Faelyn couldn't help but clench my fists in anger as she moved closer to him until she was staring straight into his eyes.

Giving herself a mental shake before continuing. "Not every mage is the same as your former master. They make decisions based on who they are as a person, the same way it would happen if you gave a normal human a weapon. Do not put all mages into the same group as those… those Monsters!"

"I must seem ungrateful. I apologise. But you say this as a sister to a mage, your vision is also clouded with love for her."

"Here is the coin as Anso promised. And should you be in need of my services I shall be here. If Denarius wants his mansion back..."

Nodding Faelyn walked onwards as Beth and Carver hurried to catch up. Not being able to help herself, she turned to find him watching her.

"Services huh? I might just take you up on that offer..." winking for good measure.

Trying not to giggle like a silly girl as butterflies flew around my stomach...

Blessed Andraste... I think... He just blushed...