Zevran grumbled to himself as he lay tied to the pole. He knew he had not been exactly wise running around the streets of Denerim by himself, but he could not resist the Pearl any longer. And besides, he thought to himself, who could take down an Antivan Crow?
The answer turned out to be six other Antivan Crows.
It would be less embarrassing if they had just killed him outright, but they had decided to use him to lure the Wardens to him. While Tabris had generally rejected his advances, she still seemed to be somewhat fond of him, and probably wouldn't leave him to his captors. Probably.
The warehouse grew cold and Zevran tried to shuffle to regain some heat. One of the Crows glared at him and Zevran smiled.
"You must be even colder, friend," he said, "At least I've had some time to get used to this horrible country. Do you get that strange scratching in the back of your throat when you wake up? It bothered me for weeks."
The Crow opened his mouth to answer, but Taliesen shushed them.
"I think I hear her," he said quietly, "Be on your guard."
Zevran nearly jumped out of his skin as he saw the dagger fly through Taliesen's throat. He tried to move as his former friend fell, the other four drawing out their weapons as they tried to find the threat.
The elven Warden vaulted herself from the ceiling, pinning two down, her blades crushing their chests before they had a chance to run. She swept upwards, cutting down the third and parrying the blow of the fourth. A few spars back and forth and Tabris threw herself forward, knocking the Crow to her feet. She slit her throat and looked up at the last survivor. The man tried to flee and Tabris threw a dagger out of her boot, pinning his shoulder to the wall.
She went to his side, holding a blade against his throat.
"Are there any more of you?" She growled.
The man whimpered, "No."
She stabbed him in the back, helping the man down as he fell. Covered in blood, she wiped her face before walking over to Zevran, kneeling before him. He went bright red, realizing how hard he had gotten watching her in action.
He grinned as she worked on his binds, "Perhaps you can give me another sort of release after you release me? There must be a way to reward my fair protectress."
"You can not get yourself kidnapped," she replied, rolling her eyes, "Five minutes. All I want is five minutes before I have to go rescue someone. A girl's gotta eat."