Rain poured heavily down from the sky by the time Ramia and Laisa arrived in the town. People were rushing to get inside and dry. Moro had told Ramia that Athras would be waiting for them in a small corner of the Inn's first floor, the furthest table from the door entryway.

The tavern smelt of ale and smoke, despite its rather unoccupied state. Heads turned to look at the new arrivals but quickly went back to nursing their drinks and guzzling down their meals. Ramia sized up the bar tender, a man probably no older than fifty and sunken and miserable. Probably due to the lack of customers in his establishment.

"I hope you're willing to accept an elf's coin sir. We'll be needing a room for the night, possibly two. If the weather continues like this." The barkeep looked her up and down, mouth thinning like he chewed something vile before stretching his hand out to take Ramia's coin. Clearly being in no possession to turn down a potential customers.

"Well, that's real silver that is." He gave load ear-splitting whistle, a short, rosy-faced women came rushing soon after. "Mia here will show you to your room. Give em the single." As 'Mia' started leading the two girls up the stairs, Ramia took a quick glance to find the seat she was looking for was empty. Tutting, irritated she decided drying up and getting a hot meal would be their next priority. They were, after all just about a day early, the journey now taking as long as they thought it would.

Ramia thanks the woman, placing a few coins in her hand and asking if meals could be brought up for them as well as water and cloths. Nicer than the owner, she gave a polite smile and saw to her request. Ramia turned to find Laisa, sprinting from one end of the room to the other, looking through every nook and cranny that piqued her curiosity.

"Right! Let's get out of these wet clothes!"

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"How difficult is it to get a hold of one child?"

"How indeed…"

"Why are we even here? The agents you sent are dead. It would be so much easier if we could just kill the girl…"
"No. Neither are to be killed, I believe I've made my orders clear many times have I not?"

"Yes sir…"

One of Solas' many agents followed him into the tavern, having settled and met with some of his more trusted followers station here, a stop and something to eat for his traveling companion would done before pressing on.

They sat at a more secluded corner of the tavern, keeping at a vantage point where he could see everything around him. Mia approached the two elves, with filled tankards in hand. The boy with him twisted in his seat when he heard her approach, then leaned in towards Solas to speak in hushed tones.

"You should probably order something as well…Bar man'll make a fuss." Solas exhaled through his nose, frustrated and lifting his eyebrows in understanding and agreement. Small and light foods were enough for him as it was, considering he didn't actually need to eat but the food served in places like these always left a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

The boy nodded in thanks to the woman when she placed to large helpings of food in front of them, wasting no time in diving right in. Solas took one mouthful then hummed low in surprise, the food was a poor sight but the taste was adequate.

"What will you do about the Inquisitor? She's covered a lot of ground in very little time."

"I'd expect no less from her." It had been many years since he last exchanged words with Moro, the news of their…child, upset him greatly. That she would keep something like this from him. Did she intend to tell him the day he removed the anchor? Could she be reasoned to cease this meddling and convince her daughter to relinquish the child?
Many questions for when tonight when he seeks her in the fade.

"I have Abelas tracking her. I will not trust the matter to anyone else, considering how poorly things have gone with her daughter." Despite the men he'd lost and the time wasted tracking Ramia, a small part of him could not help but be proud. Proud and relieved at her determination to protect her sister from harm, even if it was him she believed the enemy. He at least knew his daughter was in good hands. For the time-being.

"Well if anyone can stop her it's…"

"Hmm….? What is….oh?"

On the edge of their table a little girl peaked over, small hands gripping the table and eyeing them both and the contents of their table. Solas cocked his head to the side, which she mimicked. This made him chuckle and turn over slightly to face her.

"Hello little one."

"Hi."

Despite replying the girls eyes looked straight at his forgotten meal, grabbing a crust of what was left of his bread, Solas hands it over to her. More than happy to take it off his hands she nibbled on the bread continuing to stare straight at him.

"What's your name da'len?"
"Laisa." Lost soul.

"A sad name to give a child." Laisa cocked her head towards the young man with Solas, sticking her tongue out at him.
"I like it. Delavir." Solas laughed, amused and surprised to hear to elvhen tongue from her and even more so her choice of words. His companion only scoffed, folding his arms in front of him on the table.

"You are a strange one da'len…Where are your parents? Do they know you have wondered about speaking to strangers?" Laisa closed her eyes and hummed a tune, ignoring his question. Solas scratched his chin in confusion until realisation dawn on him. Taking his fork and stabbing a potato from his plate he lifted it, within range. Cracking an eye open, Laisa chomped down on the morsel of food. Her cheeks full as she savoured the food.

"Upstairs, she doesn't know I'm gone but it's fine. I wonder off a lot but no one notices."

The other man with Solas stands, righting his armour and clearing his throat. "We should get going ser." Solas nods as Laisa opens her mouth again in demand of another piece of food which quickly becomes a pout when he opts instead to ruffle her hair and leave with his agent.

"Go back to your room child before you are missed."

Laisa watches the two men leave and smiles sadly once he is out of earshot. A silent murmur of "Yes papae" on her lips.

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Delavir: Stupid