The next weeks went by quickly. The first matter to settle was the expedition revenue. Luckily for Hawke, Varric had pressured her make it an official Merchant's Guild contract, either because he had suspected his brother all the way or because it was just part of dwarven nature. When the Merchant Guild had devised this particular contract which guaranteed the revenue for named beneficiaries in case of deceased or lost partner, the mystical disappearances of partners on the expeditions had dropped to under half. In a way it was a form of a will. It usually also contained a defined waiting time especially for cases where the death of the partner could not have been verified by the expedition members. In this case the time had been set to month and they had arrived to Kirkwall only a week after Bartrand. So reclaiming that revenue turned out to be easy enough.
While Bodahn, whose job it had been to list all the findings didn't have any reason to assume Bartrand had reported every item found, most notably the lyrium statue the group claimed to have found right before getting locked in, the revenue was still rather large. That together with the gold they got from selling the loot they had carried from the latter part of their deeproad crawl arose another problem. Having a lot of hold and living in the Lowtown didn't mix.
After the first few attempts on Hawkes fortune and subsequently for her life Fenris took it a habit to travel with her as a bodyguard, a practice which Hawke didn't seem to mind at all. While there was no doubt that Hawke couldn't have defended herself, as even with her deceivingly frail look she was actually rather good at it, Fenris's intimidating presence usually encouraged the would be attackers to reconsider before they even tried making the useless bloodshed avoidable.
The other part of the problem was that the shack of her uncle was not all that safe either. Luckily on both occasions where the robbers were smart enough to wait Hawke to leave her mother and uncle alone, a pair of which neither was actually a battle expert, Isabela had just happened to be passing by and had made quick work of the assailants. In any case it was clear that they should get a place from the upper town which was at least relatively safe.
When Leandra had met the Viscount a bit after the expedition had left town he had expressed his regret that she had been cheated out of her rightful inheritance that way, but that since the manor had been sold he couldn't just make the current owners to give it back. However he could give an official mandate forcing them to sell it back for the same amount of gold they had bought it with, out of respect towards the Amell family. While at that point it had been meaningless for practically copperless Leandra it turned out to be handy now. In two weeks time they had moved in to the house of Leandras youth, at the same time moving to live only few blocks away from Fenris's occupied residence.
Getting onward. I'm not sure how I'm going to cover the three years, will I just pass them by or fill in some occasions... Will see I guess..