Hey guys! I won't be posting for a while, seeing as Christmas is coming and I am sooo busy. I'll try to make this a long chapter to make up for it. Have fun on Christmas!

"So, Avie. What's the plan?" Bethany asked.

"We kill them. Simple as that." Aviene casually replied. Bethany raised her eyebrows.

"There's got to be more to your plan then this. Like how only you and I are supposed to kill a whole regiment of highly-skilled assassins? And how we manage to kill them without your friends getting caught in the crossfire?" Aviene bit her lip and thought for a moment.

"I really hadn't thought about that part, Bethany." Bethany sighed and shook her head. "Oh, cheer up Beth! I might know someone who can help us, but you have to cooperate or we may not be able too... catch his attention. "

"Okay, and how do we 'catch his attention'?" Bethany asked, somewhat reassured that someone might help them.

"Yeah this is the part you may not like." Aviene said. " But just follow me and you shall see why I need you to cooperate."

Bethany found herself following her sister into the Blooming Rose. "Wait here." Aviene whispered sharply into Bethany's ear. Bethany saw Aviene go over to Madame Luisine and whisper something in her ear. Luisine frowned, then shook her head. Aviene placed a hefty bag of sovereigns into the Luisine's hand. Then Luisine smiled and pointed to a back room. Aviene grabbed Bethany and pulled her into the room. Dozens of whore outfits were hanging up in this room.

"Pick one, Bethany." Aviene commanded. Bethany looked at her, her brown eyes round and astonished. Then, Bethany blushed.

"No. I will NOT work at the Blooming Rose to earn you some extra money." She hissed. Aviene chuckled.

"Don't you see, Beth? We aren't working here, we're pretending to work here. There is someone who can help us, and he stops here almost every day. We simply wait for him." Aviene threw Bethany a pleading smile. Bethany grunted.

"Fine. Do I get to keep the outfit, though?" Aviene nodded.

"Yes, Sister. So don't pick something too show-offy, or Mother will have my hide."

Bethany grinned. She began to look through the outfits. Aviene joined her. They giggled together when they saw some of the more scandalous ones. They even saw one that was no more than a few strands of yarn, sewed together by fine silver thread.

Being the natural girls that they were, they took quite a while looking at and trying on clothes. Bethany chose a red body suit that had winding black stripes and an Isabela-style butt flap. Aviene went for a more traditional green and silver dress that barely went past her butt. They did look the part of a whore, and then some. They went out and sat in the lounge, greeted with wolf whistles from the men. Aviene ordered some strong ale to drink while they waited.

They had been sitting in the lounge almost all afternoon. Bethany's patience waned, and Aviene started looking very unsure of herself.

"Are you sure he will come, Aviene?" Bethany leaned forward and whispered in her ear. Just then the door opened and a handsome blonde haired elf walked in. Aviene smiled.

"He just came in the door, my sweet Lady Sunshine."

He went to Madame Luisine and dropped a few coins in her hand. She pointed to Bethany and Aviene. The elf looked at them. Aviene waved and smiled. He walked over. Aviene took his hand and led him to an upstairs room motioning Bethany to follow. When the door was shut Aviene flung her arms around the elf's neck.

"Zevran, I am sooo glad to see you!"

Zevran smiled.

"As am I, my dear Hawke. Although I am a little surprised. You never struck me as the whore type."

"Oh, well, I'm full of secrets." Aviene answered.

"Indeed, you are. I could find a few out, if you so desire." Zevran said, smiling a mischievous grin.

"Ooookay, Sis, I think it's high time we stop flirting and start planning." Bethany suggested, silently pleading the Maker to intervene.

"You're right." Aviene said. Bethany could hear slight disappointment in her sister's voice. "Zev, we need your help." Zevran put on a fake look of amazement.

"What has happened so that the great and mighty Hawke and the fierce fledgeling, Bethany, need the services of an ex-Crow?" Zevran asked amusement on the edge of his voice.

"We need to put an end to the lives of, oh, thirty or forty Crows, with just Beth, you, and me." Aviene purred. Bethany sensed her putting on her charm. She softly whispered the words of a seducing spell, so that she could be even more charming than she already was. Surprisingly, Aviene didn't even need to be charming. Zevran was already going downstairs to fetch some paper and a writing stone so they could plan.

Now the end of these Crows lives was certain.