Will the heartbreak stop?
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Kallian closed her eyes as Valendrian spoke his piece about elven rights and their history.
She remembered waking up to Shianni's booze breath, then getting dressed in her wedding dress.
She remembered talking with her father about mother, a rare occasion, and even getting a gift from him. The boots had fit perfectly.
She remembered wandering the Alienage, even getting some money as wedding presents, and searching for her good-for-nothing cousin Soris.
She remembered feeling all her worries about marriage fade away as she met her betrothed, Nelaros.
She opened her eyes as the sister begun the wedding, looking at her betrothed, all dressed up for their special day…
Kallian opened her eyes with a throbbing headache. She wasn't sure if she had drunk too much, or something had happened… but then she saw the cold, hard stone of a holding cell.
Kallian then remembered Vaughan coming back, with armoured guards, to crash the wedding, taking a number of elven woman with him.
"You usually dodge better than that" Shianni said, trying to lighten the mood, "That was quite the hit"
Nola, Shianni, and Valora were all watching her. Kallian stood slowly, careful not to fall again.
"Just… do as they say" Kallian said shakily, "If you see an opportunity, take it"
Kallian had only just finished speaking when six armed guards came into the room. Nola had to resist, only to be cut down in front of them.
After that Shianni and Valora were ushered out rather quickly.
Then the last two guards approached her.
"Don't worry," said one, "We'll be perfect gentlemen"
The other just sneered as he walked towards her.
"Hello?" said a familiar voice, "Am I in the right place?"
Soris turned into the room, covered in blood and long sword in hand.
The two guards were surprised by the amount of blood Soris had dragged with him, but those looks weren't there for much longer after Soris passed the long sword to her.
With the two guards dead, Kallian approached Soris.
"Nice sword," she said simply, "Who's is it?"
"One of the soldier's old ones," Soris said, "He didn't have much use for it really"
"It's good to see you Soris," Kallian admitted, "I thought the others had abandoned us"
"Well Nelaros wouldn't have it" said Soris, surprising Kallian completely "When people said to wait it out, he had a fit. Fortunately an elf present for the wedding is a servant here, he got us the clothes and some daggers… the rest we took"
"Did you say daggers?" asked Kallian, after getting over the shock "Do you still have them?"
Soris nodded and pulled a pair of daggers out of a makeshift pack he carried, Kallian took them and passed back the long sword.
Properly armed, the two left the cell behind.
After Soris and his cousin had managed to pass through the kitchen, after knocking out the cook, the two found a group of soldiers playing cards in the mess hall.
"You there, elf" said one as he saw them, "Go get us some liquor"
Soris expected a fight, but Kallian only held out the brandy she had taken earlier and poured it for the three of them.
"Ah… Drink up boys," said one, "That'll put hair on your chest that will"
Soon they lay dead, killed from rat poison.
Kallian laughed mirthlessly and set out of the mess hall, only to end up in a fight just outside the hall.
After the guards were dead along the passage from the mess hall, Kallian moved into the next room where three guards stood with Nelaros. Nelaros had turned to see her walk in, when a blade erupted from his chest…
Next Chapter: Waking the Dalish .