So they set out on their last bit of jobs, one including a shady-like meeting with a dwarf in Lowtown. The man sent them to a home in the alienage only to find a chest filled with nothing. "What the hell," Lisa muttered, checking behind the chest as if it was some sort of trick. Which then got Lisa thinking as she frowned. "I smell a trap."
"Could've fooled me," Isabela smirked as she picked at her fingernails with the end of her knife.
"Definitely," Bethany agreed as they made their way towards the exit. Almost immediately a small army of thugs that they had to deal with welcomed them. Not that it was particularly difficult. But their next surprise was an armored elf that appeared from around the corner.
"If I'd known he'd been able to find a woman so able I would've gone right to you," he remarked as he bent down to look at the leader thug. Lisa raised a brow as she looked over him. It wasn't really the armor that surprised her; it was the markings on his skin; they were startling white and matched his cropped hair.
"Is there any reason why you didn't?" She asked him, crossing her arms over her chest as the man suddenly seemed to become very cross. "What?"
"Denarius…" he grumbled before turning towards Lisa, suddenly noticing that they were still there. "Sorry, but I have some business that I needed help with."
"I'm Hawke by the way, nice to meet you," Lisa said sarcastically as the man blinked before realizing what she was getting at.
"I'm Fenris."
"Lovely," she nodded before gesturing towards him, "now what is it you need help with?"
"My previous master lives in a mansion in Hightown…and I plan to get to him before he gets to me."
"A fighting and freed slave? What a surprise," Isabela muttered as Lisa nodded. She really was all against slavers. But when they made their way up to his mansion Lisa became aware of who this Denarius fellow was. He was a powerful mage that didn't see any problem with blood magic. That admittedly made her nervous, as well as his anger towards mages and she found herself keeping close to Bethany. If worse came to worse she'd take him out before he had a chance to turn on them.
The worst part of all of it was that once they made their way through the house and past all of the demons…there was nothing for Fenris. His master had disappeared and the elf was furious. And as they made their way out of the house to try and find the man he was simply leaning against the wall and pondering. "I spent years running from a life of magic and now I've found myself in the company of more mages." Lisa stepped in front of her sister.
"I know nothing of what your previous master did, but I assure you Bethany has proven herself two times over." Fenris raised his chin before turning to look at Lisa.
"I suppose I seem ungrateful, this is not the case. And if you would might I ask that I work with you for now?" Lisa raised a curious brow. For someone that had just been threatening her sister – or at least that's what it sounded like to her – he suddenly wanted to join her little pack of misfits. At first she was going to say flat out no but then really thought about it. He was passionate and in the end that's what everyone on her team had: passion. For some it was a passion in an idea, like Anders, and for others – Isabela mostly – it was sexual passion. But Lisa had to admit that she didn't know what she'd do without the pirate's company and crude jokes.
With all of the work Lisa had been doing she had to admit she didn't really think she needed to do any more work, but still…money was needed. In truth she'd reached fifty sovereigns without a problem, but she chose to give some of it up for her family's need. So she was still up for finding work, one of witch involved helping an extremely aggravating man. Apparently he'd lost his wife, who was "much too much trouble." She'd at first said she wasn't going to help a monster like him but in the end her conscience bullied her into it.
The worst part of it was that they came to a surprising discovery. His wife hadn't run away, she hadn't moved in with a man she was having an affair with; Templars hadn't caught her. No…she'd been murdered. And the worst part was that all that was left of her was a pile of bones and her wedding ring. While the husband seemed surprisingly upset about this, Lisa found herself getting a nervous swirl in the pit of her stomach. There was something about this that didn't sit quite right. But again life made her continue onwards till the thought of the dead wife was a simple memory.