"Wake up gorgeous." Zevran said to a naked Qunari. Fritigern groaned in response. "It is a new day and we travel the sea. Come my friend, we have a boat to catch." the elf slapped him on the meat of the shoulder.

"Ugh! Zev. Please, just wait for me downstairs." Fritigern got up groggy and rubbed his dehydrated eyes.

"I would, but we all know you will be late. Come come!" Zevran tossed him his clothes and they scurried to get him dressed. Zevran had awoken at the crack of sunlight. The cheer in his smile was infectious and Fritigern quickly changed to follow him.

"Alright, slow down. Can we get breakfast?" Fritigern asked as he sheathed two gnarled wicked blades on his back. Zevran helped bind his chest in teal stained leather. As the Qunari painted his face with the elfsnake Vitaar. Once he stained his lips teal, Zevran handed him a waterskin to equip on his belt.

"No can do, There will be food on the ship." Zevran said and whisked him away. The barmaid that slept over in his room, was trying on the lip stain he left behind on the counter. Fritigern locked eyes with her as she smiled at him innocently and checked it out in the mirror. "Fritigern, come on." Zevran called to him again.
"The pleasure was all mine love." Fritigern said with a smirk and closed the door as she waved him goodbye. As they jogged down the stairs, Fritgern could hear the crash of the mirror shatter above them.

"What was that?" Zevran asked as Fritigern pushed him along.
"Nothing at all freindo. Come on, we're late." The qunari pushed along as the assassins headed for the dock. The rest of their entourage waited outside as their caravan was packed and on the move. A few horses along for the trip pulling the cart along.

When the arrived at the docks, the Antivan galleon at the end of the pier was covered in sailors. At least 40 men on deck. It took two weeks to sail to Ferelden, the entire journey spent on the poop deck with other sick passengers without sea legs. Zevran barely remembered the day to day with how much time he spent throwing up over the edge. When they arrived in Ferelden, everything happened so quickly. Zevran was assigned to meet with King Regent Loghain. The pressure of being the head of the assassins inflating the elf's ego. They set up a barricade on the road to trap the warden's who have survived Ostagar and everything was going to plan.

"How much long do you think it will take to run into the Wardens?" Fritigern asked as Zevran kept watch while the qunari relieved himself against a tree.

"Not much longer now, can you believe the first thing they do after being labelled as traitors to the crown is go on a religious pilgrimage."
"Yea I heard, the urn of sacred ashes right? Do you think they actually found it?" Fritigern asked as he put himself back together and washed his hands in the stream.
"I bet they did. That kind of power brings attention." Zevran said.

"The king of attention that would scare nobles into hiring assassins?" Fritigern replied.

"Exactly." Zevran replied. "I wonder what they found." Together Zevran and Fritigern returned to the caravan.

"Yo, i'm going to go catch a rabbit or something for dinner. Don't do anything fun without me." Fritigern said and collected his rucksack.
"Are you sure? The wardens could arrive at any time." Zevran said.

"I won't go far, and if they show. I'll sneak my blades in em from behind." Fritigern said with a wicked grin.

"Sure you will, don't go far." Zevran snickered as he walked back to the toppled cart.

It was a long few hours in the sun, Zevran had found a spot to perch to think while he bathed in the warm light. Behind him, a mage they had hired was pacing nervously on his perch arguing with another of the crows assigned on this mission.
"Aren't Grey Warden champions of battle? Are we sure we can take them?" The mage asked.
"Of course! These are the last of the Ferelden Grey Wardens, I heard their not even full initiates." The warrior said.
"Ya, but they killed a whole village of cultists to find the urn of sacred ashes." The mage said, biting his thumb. "They say their leader defeated a dragon before being blessed by the maker himself."
"Oh you know how the minstrels like to over exaggerate. It was a village of commoners, we are trained warriors. It will be like stealing an apple pie from an open window." The warrior said and gave the mage a slap on the back.

"Blessed by the maker, hmph. May your sword bring me judgement." Zevran said under his breath as he stared at the clouds. The empty pit of his heart aching to meet this battle.

Night came quickly, and Fritigern returned with a couple of rough looking rabbits and a baby pig. Zevran ate quietly away from the group, having enjoyed his spot next to the pond where he could watch the frogs swim and much on flies.
"Hey pal, I got your dinner." Fritigern said and handed him a bowl of unappetizing brown sludge. Despite the look, the first bite was delightful and Zevran quietly ate at Fritigern and sat with him.

"Hey, you okay?" Fritigern asked curiously.
"I am fine, why do you ask?" Zevran replied.

"Oh, you know. It's been quiet." Fritigern said as he ate a mouthful of meat stew.
"Don't want to reveal our position." Zevran added as he put the bowl next to him.
"Not hungry?" Fritigern asked.
"You're very involved in my personal space right now, if there is something I can do for you perhaps?" Zevran asked with a sly smile.

"Oh I know, this is where you flirt with me. We have sex and you leave in the morning before I wake up and we don't talk for a few weeks again." Fritigern said and sighed. "Fine, keep your secrets. I'm going to bed." Fritigern said and got up and walked away.
"Fritigern, that's not." Zevran attempted to stand.

"Listen, I know you're last mission was rough, but keep this up and you're going to end up on the next contract list." Fritigern waved him off and walked away. Zevran grumbled in response and threw the bowl of stew in the water.

The next morning, Fritigern was in a huff and went hunting for more food to stay away from Zevran who sat at the head of the ambush for the wardens. At the break of the sun Zevran was sat on the cart watching the trail ahead for their women in waiting. The assassin disguised as a commoner who sat in the mud for days on end not to reveal their position. After five long hours of grumbling belly, Zevran started to feel fatigued and shifted to get up before she came running into the ambush area.
Everyone quickly hid more than they already would as her voice echoed in the area.
"This way! My husband is waiting with the children."
"Hold up you're running too fast." A male voice said as a fully armoured templar with blonde hair came around the corner. Zevran stood tall with wide eyes as a massive qunari with white cornrows followed him.
"Oh boy." Zevran breathed deep as he met with the spy and put his confident smirk on.

A woman was with them, fully dressed in leather armour. She was very masculine if not for the long pale blonde hair which was tied back in a crown of rope braids. She had dark flawless skin modestly concealed by her garments. Next to her a loyal mabari wardog at her heels. The qunari had already drawn his sword upon laying eyes on the elf, but the woman rested her hand on his chest.

"Hold on." She spoke and stepped forward, the mabari next to her growling in suspicion. Zevran did not wait, he singalled his men to knock over the tree. As his men came out of hiding, the rest of them drew their weapons.

"Sick em!" The woman shouted as she drew a rapier from her belt and pointed it at Zevran. As the dog lunged forward, Zevran stepped behind the spy and sacrificed her to the hound.
The rest of the men lunged at the warriors, hoping to overwhelm the knights as Zevran lured the female alone.
"Shit! Fritigern…" He grumbled under his breath before quick meeting blades with the rogue. She moved incredibly fast, and they were in a deadly dance of blades.

"You dear, are very skilled!" Zevran said, surprised how well she countered both his blades with, but one sword.
"You've seen nothing yet." Coyly she taunted before she pulled a long stilleto out from her sleeve. The razor thin tip nearly sliced his nose as he ducked back just in time to avoid it.
"Oh my." Zevran felt his heart skip a beat as they parried and dodged eachother's blades. Her foot work was tripping him up, as she kept Zevran on the move leading in the dance. "Forgive me, I must ask." Zevran said before he ran up a tree into a back flip to avoid a duel sweep of blades which cut open his calf.
As he landed, the slice split open and he nearly collapsed in pain as the blood gushed into his boots.

"What would that be?" She asked as she flipped her blades around and turned to face him. Zevran had to hop to get away to get out of her striking range.

"It seems, I have forgotten my question." Zevran said as he put the weight down on his foot and bit through the pain and circled around to engage her again.

"Oh I'm sorry, but times are tough for us all. Especially when you are on the losing side of morality." The blonde shrugged casually, not intimidated at all. Zevran curiously looked back to the rest of his team mates, watching as the blood drenched mabari jumped onto the mage and began to tear off his stave arm.

"Well Shit." Zevran sighed and looked back. Everything went black as the pommel of her blade cracked him in the temple and Zevran hit the ground.

"Elissa! Are you alright?" the templar called and ran over to the warden who stood up the unconscious elf.
"I'm fine!" Elissa replied as Alistair pulled his blade free from the fresh corpse which collapsed to the ground. Elissa pounced into action to sandwich the last of the assassins between her and the Mabari, and they were quickly dispatched.

"Who's a good boy!" Elissa said as the mabari went from vicious killer to fluffy friend and waddled over to the warden to lick the blood from her face.

"Who were these men." The Qunari huffed.

"Oh calm down Sten nothing we couldn't handle. Besides I left the cute one alive. Wanna help me interrogate him?" Elissa grinned and waggled her brows at Sten.

"Fine, I'll hold him." Sten said suppressing all reaction to her beyond a gruff snort.

"You left him alive? Why?" The templar stepped in front of Elissa before she could walk away. Sten is going to collect the unconscious elf and tie him to the tree.

"Mmmm." Zevran regained consciousness while he felt he ropes tightened his wrists together.

"Alistair, please he was the most skilled fighter I've ever duelled.

I have to talk to him, he might know what's going on." Elissa said calmly.

"He's dangerous." Alistair reached out to gently touch her arm.

"I know. I got this." Elissa winked and walked away from his grip. Zevran's sight cleared as he watched this dangerous beauty approach him once more.