They had made their way down to Darktown, a place Lisa never particularly enjoyed visiting. It wasn't the grime or the darkness of the place; it was all of the sadness. This was where refugees that weren't as lucky as her and her family – which was saying something – made their homes. Lisa hated being here because she couldn't help but wonder where they'd be if they were here rather than in Lowtown. The thought sent an uneasy shiver up her spine as they stopped by a thick wooden door.

"This sounds like the place mother was talking about," Bethany remarked as she unlocked the door and stepped in.

It was all very strange. They had entered in the basement where only a few dim lanterns lit their way. Apparently this had once been the largest wine cellar in Kirkwall – something her grandparents seemed to care much about – but now it simply looked like a place that had long been forgotten. They made their way through corridors and rooms, finding the every so often bottle of wine that the slavers, who now occupied their grandparents' home, had missed.

There was a small bit of resistance, but compared to the Darkspawn during their escape, it was nothing they couldn't defeat. And soon enough they were up and in the actual house, staring at the vault that had been unable to be opened by any of the slavers. And Lisa had to admit she was a little intrigued to go through the door that lead to the main part of the house.

This was their mother's home, a place where she had grown up and where her parents loved her. Their mother had had a fantastic life and a fantastic home, and she gave it all up just to go after someone she loved rather than someone that was chosen for her.

Lisa lifted paintings and sculptures, glancing at everything that cluttered the small space before turning towards a small picture frame in the corner. Her jaw fell as she looked upon a young image of her mother. She was beautiful – not that she ugly now – she was truly beautiful. Everything about her radiated elegance and joy. That smile…that was a smile she'd only seen once in her life. It was the day Carver and Bethany had been born, when their family had grown and before Bethany's powers were realized. That was meant to be the start of their carefree life.

"Found it yet?" Bethany asked from the other side of the room as Lisa blinked out of her thoughts before clearing her throat.

"No…although I did find a picture of mother," she announced and Bethany came over, gasping at what she saw.

"She's so beautiful…"

"It must've been her picture that her parents would show to suitors," Lisa explained, continuing on her search for the will.

"I've never seen her so happy," Bethany remarked and Lisa stomach turned at the thought. Slowly she glanced over her shoulder to see tears welling up in her sister's eyes.

"Bethany? What's wrong?" She asked, straightening up as her sister gave a small and sad laugh and a shake of her head, wiping at her eyes.

"These were the days before she had to worry about father…or me. Life must've been so easy then. She had whatever she wanted and all the beauty in the world." Lisa frowned, pushing the picture down and pulling at her sister's jaw.

"Bunny…you know mother would give that up all over again whether you became a mage or not."

"I know," she whispered, looking away as Lisa sighed, shaking her head and returning to the search. Soon enough they found the documents they were looking for and made their way back out of the vault and back to Gamlen's house, reading it in the process. And none of it was what Gamlen claimed.

They returned to their mother and uncle arguing about rent again, but Lisa simply wasn't in the mood for it as she stepped in and slammed the will down on the table. "You lied!" She hissed as Gamlen looked down at the papers, fear suddenly running over his face.

"Lisa what are you…" Leandra looked up at Gamlen curiously, "what is she talking about, Gamlen?"

"I-"

"Don't waist your breath, uncle. Bethany and I went to the vault and found the will. Grandfather and grandmother left you everything, mother. They left you the house and the money; they still loved you even after leaving. And the best part," Lisa looked over at Gamlen with a frown, "they left Gamlen with nothing more than a stipend…controlled by you, as if knowing what he would do with an uncontrolled section of your fortune."

"G-Gamlen," Leandra breathed, glancing over the documents before looking back up at her brother, "how could you?"

"How could you just leave us?! You were always mother's and father's favorite and yet you just ran off with your mage lover and left me to deal with them. You didn't even come for the funeral!"

"The twins were a week old!"

"Well that doesn't matter now, the money and the estate are gone like I told you."

"I expect you to pay my mother every penny back," Lisa growled, leaning towards him only to feel her mother's hand gently pull her back.

"That's not necessary, Gamlen. I…I'm sorry for what I put you through, even if what you did was wrong. But with this information I'm going to take it to the Viscount to try and get our estate back." At that she turned and made her way into one of the bedrooms. Lisa blinked at how calm her mother was with all of this as Gamlen grumbled and muttered something about going out for a drink.

Lisa huffed into a seat by the fire, leaning back and pushing her fingers through her hair. "I could never imagine doing anything like that to you or Carver," Bethany remarked as Lisa glanced over at her with a tired smile.

"I know." The younger sibling smiled before letting it fade as her eyes drew over Lisa.

"How are you?"

The sudden question surprised Lisa as she tried to think about it and her first answer came without much hesitation. "I'm tired…and I'm lonely," Bethany frowned.

"What do you mean? I'm here and there's Aveline and Varric now." Lisa chuckled and shook her head, giving a small sigh as she leaned forward to look into the crackling fire.

"It's not that I'm physically alone…I just feel, empty. Like there's some big part of me that isn't here. With father and Carver gone…" she paused, clearing the sadness from her voice, "I feel like I've haven't done anything more than pretend their deaths didn't happen. And admittedly I miss Clara," she sighed, glancing up as Bethany nodded. "I know she wasn't around much…and normally I never expected to see her on some day. But when she did it was always the perfect time," she smirked, standing from the chair.

"I know," Bethany sighed, crossing her arms over her chest as she adjusted her position against the wall. "But you know she wouldn't come with us. The Kocari Wild is her home. I'm sure no manner of Blight could drive her out of it…" Bethany remarked, giving Lisa a sideways smile. "Maybe…maybe she has another family she needs attending to. She seemed like such a mothering animal." Lisa smirked and nodded, stretching her aching back, although the stressed muscles were starting to become a familiar feeling.