Honestly, she was pissed! Sicilia had told the Arishok every lead she had up until now, but he didn't think to do the same. She told herself that it wasn't his nature and could simply dismiss that. Right now, the only thing she wanted to know was where the tome actually was. She knew that this wasn't over. Her premonition had yet to come true and if they had the tome, she needed to warn him of what was to come.

Markl stayed distant while Haiden and Sicilia rounded the corner to the Qunari camp. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Do not loose your temper, Sicilia. Stay calm, she told herself as she passed the gates. The Arishok was seated at his normal backless chair hunched over as if he'd been waiting for her.

"Was it there? Do you have it?" It was all she could say while catching her breath. She'd nearly ran the whole way.

"Our search continues. I assume you have just returned from the same place that the Beresaad returned from early this morning."

She could feel her temper rising. She could tell from his words that he was boasting at the fact that they had gotten there before her. It all made sense to her now; the man had obviously killed himself at the sight of five Qunari at his doorstep. "Did the Beresaad get any information regarding it's whereabouts before the man killed himself?"

"If they had, that information would not be given to you."

Ok, that's it! Her temper was fuming now. Trying not to draw her weapons, she clenched her fists and readied herself for what was to come. The consequences of her actions could send both of them to their grave. "How utterly selfish you must be," she muttered through her teeth. "This entire time I have kept you informed about every lead I have come across yet you do not do the same." She could see Qunari all around them bringing their spears higher. Haiden's hand moved slowly to his staff, but she held out her hand to order him to stop. Lowering her tone, she continued, "I understand perfectly that this relic belongs to your people, but you aren't the only one who needs to find it. Perhaps had you told me that you had found him, we could've come up with a plan to wring the information from him, but no! You took matters into your own hands and now you have nothing. It doesn't surprise me that, at one look at five Qunari standing at his doorstep, he just kills himself. Did you not fucking think about that? Had it have been a human female, don't you think he would've let her in willingly? And don't you think I would've stripped him of all weapons before holding my own at his throat? I could've gotten that information, but you had to be a selfish, prideful ass!"

Spinning on her heel, she marched out of the camp followed closely by Haiden. There had been no "Panahedan." Fuck respect. He just lost mine.

To be perfectly frank, the Arishok had never seen a woman so angered with him before. Not even Hawke had lost her tempter with him. He certainly had never been called a selfish, prideful ass before. He really didn't know how to respond. Once again, this woman had left him speechless.

Since she had left, her words had scrambled his mind into an oblivion twice over. He had also noticed that she did not give the respectful greeting nor the respectful goodbye as she usually had. Have I truly angered her so much? He sat on the edge of his bed with a bit more force than usual; he paused as he heard a creak at one end. When it did not break, he returned to his thought.

Why is this even bothering me? He didn't understand it at all. She had never cowered in his presence and she was the only basra to ever have the guts to yell at him. This female, in her show, had earned his respect and intrigued him.

"I'm guessing you didn't tell him about the letter?" Markl asked watching her down her third shot of whiskey. She had almost ordered them to go to the tavern after storming from the camp.

"Of course not. I'll need to hear an apology before I offer up that information." She ordered another shot, telling herself it would be the last.

"So, that'll be never," Markl laughed.

"I don't know, she really did rip him a new one. That would hurt any man's pride."

"I am kinda proud of myself," she grinned as she downed her last shot. "And we didn't die! Yay, for me! Now, who wants to play Diamondback?"

Markl and Haiden had nearly bust out laughing as they watched their friend in a drunken mess. It had been an entertaining afternoon. Sicilia had gotten drunk for the first time in nearly six months. She hated alcohol, but sometimes she needed a good stiff drink to calm her down. Today had been one of those days.

The worst of the effects had worn off by the time she was ready to leave. Getting up from her chair, she stumbled a bit before she regained her balance. Haiden had nearly insisted he walk her home. The sun hadn't yet set and she really wanted to be alone for a little while. She told them that she was tired and wanted to get to bed early, which was partially true. She did want to go to bed early, but she wanted to watch the sun set at the coast first.

She knew it wasn't a good idea to swim while she was even the slightest bit drunk, but she had to at least put her feet in the water. Her weapons were thrown into the sand along with the ribbon that held her hair up. Her boots had been difficult to take off while standing, but she managed. Rolling her pant legs up, she made her way towards the water.

Hopefully she's not getting in the water. Haiden had followed her. He was worried about her state after leaving the tavern. He had thought that she really would go straight to the inn, but she had made a turn towards the coast. I'll just keep an eye on her until she goes to the inn.

Haiden watched from afar as she dropped her weapons and let her hair down. Her rich brown hair blew wildly in the wind. He laughed seeing her struggle to keep her balance while taking off her boots. Seeing her step towards the water, he stepped forward, but she stopped just short of the water only letting the waves wash over her feet so he stopped, too.

Something else made him want to rush to her side, however. A recognizable form was approaching from her left. He had just made his way onto the coast when Haiden spotted him. The Arishok was heading straight for her. Haiden noticed that Sicilia's head was turned in the Qunari's direction so he remained distant.

"I hope your not coming here for a fight, Arishok. I'm not up for it. I said all I needed to say. I thought my displeasure was evident."

"It was."

"Then why are you here?" she snapped back.

"The Beresaad received no information from Torren before he chose death."

She was silent. Is this his version of an apology? "Did they think to look around the house for anything?" She watched him cross his arms over his chest. His arm muscles drew her attention for a split second. Feeling the water against her feet, she turned to the sunset again.

"They searched for the relic, that was all they were ordered to do."

"Then, they did not find the letter from the Tevinter Imperium stating their departure time from Minrathous."

"My men, though most speak the human language well enough, do not know your written word."

"The Arishok admits to a fault. That's surprising." She was surprised. The Qun sought perfection and, not knowing the human language, chose to not speak much of it in front of others. Their sense of pride forbid them to show any fault. This really is an apology. I knew I ripped into him a bit, but I didn't know what I said could bring him to this point. Once she had let her own pride settle, she said, "I apologize for calling you an ass. The 'selfish and prideful' are true, but the 'ass' was uncalled for."

"You said what you meant to say. You cannot take it back."

She translated this as, I deserved it. Whether it was a true translation or not was debatable. "Whoever is coming from Tevinter left nearly three weeks ago. They couldn't have gotten here already in that period of time. We suspect that they'll be here within the week."

"Do you have a plan?"

Sicilia smiled. "I do." She hadn't told Haiden or Markl about it, but she had devised a plan. It wasn't as sneaky or invasive as she was sure Haiden would like it to be, but it would work. She stepped from the water and pulled her boots on.

"Will you tell me?"

Laughing, she reached down to grab her weapons. "I'll think about it. Come back tomorrow."