Chapter One: Carver
"You're not seriously considering going to Tevinter, Hawke, right?" Aveline followed Hawke around his room, trying to talk him out of going to Tevinter to free Fenris. Not only would Knight-Commander Meredith have a hissy fit about three mages leaving the city, but going to Tevinter would cause her to have a breakdown and kill them, mage, warrior or rogue. She could see her talk with the Knight-Commander, listening to Meredith berate her and sass her, in front of her men no less. Aveline could not have it, even if it was one of her friends that was captured. Aveline already knew the paperwork she would have to fill out would break her damn desk. As she watched Hawke's determination while packing, she wondered if he would even make it into Tevinter without a trail of bodies following him.
"No." Hawke stuffed another shirt in his pack, "I never needed to consider it. I'm going."
"Fenris doesn't remember you, Hawke! Danarius—"
"I don't believe Danarius." Hawke pushed past Aveline, walking to the other side of his room. He knelt down and opened the chest that laid next to the door.
"Hawke," Aveline sighed, rubbing her temple, "You can't go to Tevinter, it's suicide."
"I need to get him, Aveline!" Hawke stood up, tying his pack, "I can't just let Danarius get away with this, I won't!" Aveline followed Hawke out of his room and started down the stairs.
"You've been acting like this since Leandra died, you can't keep throwing yourself into harm's way!" Aveline cut Hawke off before he started walking down the stairs. She slammed her hand down on the railing, blocking him off, "I won't allow it!"
"Committing suicide again, brother?" Carver was leaning against the fire place, out of his Templar uniform and back in his usual attire. His two-handed sword strapped to his back and a smile on his face.
"Carver?" They both stared down at the stairs in disbelief.
He chuckled, shrugging, "Sorry for intruding. I...uhh...heard about Fenris. The templar's love to talk."
"Here to gloat? Talk more about Karma? Maybe use mothers death to make me cry, again?" Hawke crossed his arms, glaring down at Carver. Carver turned his head down, looking at the fire, "I...I apologize for that, brother. I was angry and I shouldn't have...Look, the point is, I came here to help you get him back."
"No." Aveline groaned as Hawke smirked at her, his arms crossed, "Not you, too! What about the templars?"
"I spoke to Cullen about taking some personal time off. He agreed." Carver stood up straight and started walking towards the stairs, "I would like to help, Garrett...If you'll let me."
Hawke walked past Aveline down the stairs and pulled Carver in for a hug, "Of course, you arse."
Aveline moaned, rubbing her temple, "Shit. Fine! We'll all meet at the Docks in an hour. Make sure the others have everything they need because we aren't coming back until we have Fenris." Aveline stormed out of the mansion, the two brothers smiling goofily at each other.