So... last chapter was way too short and I am sincerely sorry, had to work on a last minute speech for school

The warehouse where Aviene's company was stashed was a very strange one. It smelled like rotting fish and fresh lavender. The two scents do not mix well.

Aviene sat behind the crates and played with Bethany's hair. A million thoughts were swirling through her head like, 'Why are Athenril and Zevvy not back' and 'What if the Crows just decide to kill my friends' and 'Who were those guys in The Hanged Man'. Just then Athenril and Zevran appeared coming around the corner. They appeared to be worried.

"Hey guys, where's the back door?" Athenril looked at Zevran and bit her lip.

"Uhm, you want to tell her?" Zevran shook his head vigorously and his blonde hair flew around his face. Athenril sighed.

"There isn't any back door. And all the windows have at least four guards by them." Aviene swore under her breath and punched a crate. Wooden splinters flew everywhere, and one somehow lodged itself precariously… under Aviene's shirt in a bad place, let's say.

So then there's the issue of getting it out with your giggling sister, your old employer, and an assassin who's just all too ready to help you get it out watching. Not the most pleasant experience.

Aviene ended up having to take her shirt off, not without Zevran spectating, of course. It was then when the Crow leader walked out. Aviene blushed a furious red and stammered,

"Look, I know you would be all too happy to negotiate while I'm half naked, but uh, I wouldn't. It's really cold out here. Can I please just put my shirt back on?"

The Crow leader didn't look to pleased that she wanted to be dressed, but complied with her wishes. After Aviene had redressed, he grabbed her elbow and 'escorted' her into the warehouse, leaving her company unnoticed in the snow.

Bethany looked at Zevran and Athenril nervously.

"What are we supposed to do now?" Athenril asked, not really talking to anyone in general.

"We go in there and get her back." Bethany replied.

"How?" A grin appeared slowly across Bethany's face.

"We kill every one of those bastards ."

Zevran smiled back. "Good plan, young, little fledgeling." Bethany frowned.

"Stop calling me that."

"Calling you what?"

"Fledgeling. Just 'cuz my older sister is a Hawke doesn't mean I'm a fledgeling."

"Okay."

"Thank you."

"Fledgeling"

"MAKER DAMN YOU ELF!"