Epilogue: the Next Great Adventure
Minrathous was a pearl on the edge of the sea. White marble structures stretched across the harbor, shimmering in the sun. The air coming off the bay was hot and salty.
"Well, here we are, boys," a Rivaini accent said, and the ship's captain leaned against the rail. "End of the road."
Zev hummed, eyeing the woman's ample bosom appreciatively. "Dare we ask, dear Isabela, what you are doing docking in the capital of the Imperium?"
"If I answer that, sweet thing, you'll have to tell me what you and your handsome friend are up to." She winked at Fin, and he repressed a smirk.
"We dare not," Finian said with utmost seriousness. "It's top secret business for the King of Ferelden."
"Mm, I see," she purred. "Sounds sexy." She pressed herself close to Finian and played with the ties of his armor. "You know, my business isn't too pressing. Perhaps I should come with you. Keep you boys... out of trouble." To his amusement, her hand wandered lower, and he fought not to burst out laughing.
His cuirass was abruptly tugged backwards, out of Captain Isabela's reach. He barked a laugh, only to have his lips swallowed up by a very hot, very possessive kiss. Fin gave a token struggle, only to have a nip and a squeeze utterly melt his knees, and he was clinging within a minute.
Once satisfied, Zevran pulled away, and both turned to Isabela. Finian snickered at her impressive pout, complete with a put-out hip jut. "You're both so cruel not to share, but fine. I shall make do with a few very hot fantasies." She gave Fin one last slap on the hindquarters before sashaying off to start giving her boys direction on pulling into port.
Zevran's arm pressed against his lower back, and Finian leaned against his side, turning to look back over the beautiful city ahead of them. Somewhere among that sunshine and marble, there was a dirty, seedy underbelly that had bought and sold his friends and elders.
"So," Fin said lightly, "have you ever been to Tevinter, Zev?"
"I cannot say I have, amor. The two of us will have to explore together. Freeing slaves. Assassinating blood mages. It should prove to be quite an adventure, no?"
Fin gave his cohort a grin. "Put that way, it does sound pretty fun."
Zevran winked. "We will be the absolute terror of slavers and the dream of every maiden looking for a dashing hero. But alas, we will be too rugged and independent to fall for their ample charms."
Fin turned back toward the approaching port, his stomach twisting nervously. "Yeah."
Zevran's arm tightened briefly, and, more softly, he said, "We will find them, amor."
"Yeah," Fin breathed. "We will."