Cullen nodded and pointed towards the alleyway, which normally had been closely guarded. "She left with—"
Before he could really finish, Lasher had stayed near Leliana's side and was guiding her back to the others. He smiled rather proudly, but the expression shifted some in confusion after seeing Fenris's annoyed glare at him.
"Well, I'm not sure where the other man went, but Ser Constantios has managed to find her." Cullen finished in rather a confused tone.
Once Lasher had came within ear-shot, he looked at Fenris who looked like he was prepared to have ripped off his head. "What did I do?"
"You know exactly what you did." Fenris growled slightly and poked at Lasher's black armor.
"I had fun—" Lasher started to say, but then glanced back towards Leliana for the moment. "Oh, and our other traveling companion left to find a hide-out of his own, I think."
"And you didn't stop him?" Fenris questioned.
Lasher paused and shrugged his shoulders some. "I don't see why I should. What part of me shows that I'd have any authority over him, or that I'd even care?"
Fenris momentarily narrowed his eyes some but soon shook his head away. "Right… Why do I even ask…? Come on, everyone… Let's go see the Viscount…"
"Ooo! I get to meet a Ruler!" Lasher spoke in delight and rubbed his gauntlet armored hands together.
"He is not just any Ruler, Lasher, the Viscount is an Andrastian Brother, and a respected King to Starkhaven—and you will respect that." Fenris warned him.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure, sure, sure." Lasher waved off the warnings with a huff and rolled his eyes.
Fenris only groaned; hoping that Lasher wouldn't show his rear end again this time. Perhaps it would have been better after all if they took him along with them to see this other important figure-head. The elf guided them all the way to the middle building, and after talking with numerous guards, they were finally able to meet with Sebastian – Viscount to Kirkwall, and King of Starkhaven.
The man sat on the throne in the Main Court's room, where the Ruler was meant to have remained when dealing the constant civil duties of the city. The only reason why Aragorn and Fenris was able to see the man so quickly was because Aragorn was a Grey Warden. Certain things, a man clearly couldn't turn down.
His brown hair was still in full and thick waves, and his eyes still glistened like emeralds as they had in his youth, which meant that they still carried the same angered passion they once had since last year. Fenris wasn't certain how this meeting was going to go, and it made him all the more nervous. Though while others would have bowed to the man, the only thing Fenris gave was a still-respectable nod.
"Fenris. It has been quite some time." Sebastian welcomed him once the announcements of his greetings and his traveling companions' introductions were made. "Tell me… How does the Champion fair these days? You know, outside of her office, I never get to see her anymore."
"She has been detaining herself from most events outside of the Order here in Kirkwall, as you are well aware." Fenris sighed some and looked back up at him from above the steps.
"True… I bet she must have thick bags under her eyes by now from working so hard. I'd offer my services but she just snaps at me." Sebastian replied and shrugged his shoulders. "She claims she alone can run Kirkwall's Templar Order… Doesn't that remind of someone by now?"
Fenris glanced away from the snarky persuasion and paused a moment to have given an answer.
Though before he could speak, the crimson-haired male behind him moved to lift his helmet from his head. Lasher couldn't keep to himself of the thoughts of a Chantry Brother becoming a King to not one—but two—major trade centers outside of Tevinter. He had to say something…. So, after shaking his hair free and tucking the helmet under his armor, he started to speak.
"Honestly… If you're going to have a dick-fighting competition with a woman, you must have started off with the world's cruelest handicap. Which I'm sure benefits the nine year-old boy, you probably have chained up in your private quarters. Which was paid for—how?" Lasher paused, looking up and then looked straight towards Sebastian with a devious smirk. "—Oh right! Generous donations from your followers to spread the word of the Maker…! All over his back."
Sebastian fisted his hands and slammed them down along both sides of his chair. He quickly started to scowl and raised his voice loud for his other soldiers to hear him. "TEMPEST!"
Within that moment, Tempest, the nearly long-forgotten dark-haired male walked out from the dark corners of the room. He was dressed in the hard light armor of a Templar Knight and was marching towards their direction. His eyes casted a quick shadow towards Aragorn, but the minute he saw Lasher, his glare had soon returned to the redhead.
"Serve the Maker with fear and rejoice with trembling..!" Tempest announced and reached for his sword to unsheathe.
Lasher stepped back with the look of surprise in his eyes. He quickly reached for his own sword in response and brought it out into view. "Oh-ho-ho! You got me a present!"
"Kiss the sun lest he be angry, and you shall perish but away when his wrath is kindled but a little!" Tempest finished and took his stance ready in the preparation for any decision Lasher was going to make.
They both started to laugh at each other in the growing anticipation of who would be the first to make a move in this epic battle. Next to them, Fenris was already panicking. He looked around quickly until his eyes spotted the stack of papers Aragorn was still carrying. Quickly he snatched them and rushed in between the two men. He started to shred the papers up in tiny scraps of paper and threw it up high into the air. Within that moment as the paper started to fall, he held up his arms from either side to keep the two enemies separated.
"Wait! Wait!" The elf demanded despite the building tension. The air seemed to calm for moment and he looked towards the other people that were there. "We have confetti! Where's the clean up crew? The old, sagging pile of bones who normally clean up the rooms? We have a situation here!"
Shortly the noble 'cleaning' servants started to walk in between the starting point of Lasher and Tempest. Their heads remained down as they were continuing to pick up the small scraps of paper. Sebastian's eyes twitched some by Fenris's given distraction and soon lowered his head.
"Tempest…?" The Viscount requested slightly in his silent mentioning and waved his hand for a dismissal.
Tempest glanced over his shoulder to the man, but shrugged a little, looking back towards Lasher for any response.
"Well… My boner's gone." Lasher smirked and moved to put away his sword.
"Aye… Kind of a mood-killer…" Tempest agreed and reached back to put away his weapon as well.
Lasher raised a slight eyebrow to him. "So, you want to try this again some other time?"
"Oh, of course." Tempest said upon turning around to leave the room. "Kill you later, you monstrous heathen."
"You too, you worthless sociopath." Lasher flashed a toothed grin and watched as he walked away, before returning back to the others.
Aragorn glanced up the second Cullen had spoken of Lasher by his 'other' name. The Warden glanced over to where he heard Lashers voice coming from and saw Leliana walking up with him. He hadn't said much as Fenris had happened to jump in and explain of what he had done in their short absence. Though he started to wonder where Anders possibly could have gone to find a place to stay. Its not like there was anywhere in Kirkwall that would be a safe place for him; as his face was very well known. "Well hopefully he will come back in one piece."
Leliana nodded to this, her emerald hues still fixated upon the marble flooring as her mind still hadn't wandered far off of Anders, and this whole thing of Naomi knowing he was here. She was just waiting for this whole incident to escalate into something worst. Though keeping her mind preoccupied might of helped, so when she heard Fenris speak of going to see the Viscount, she nodded her head and picked up her pace yet once more as she followed the trio to the area of where he would be.
As they entered into the large room, Leliana had flinched slightly upon hearing the doors close behind them. Her optics shifted as she looked over her shoulder to the door. Which had lasted as long as a few moments until she heard a familiar voice; Sebastian's voice. Her head whipped around as her gaze was put on the rouge. She attempted to hide behind Aragorn and Fenris. But this seemed useless the moment Lasher had begun his insults once more. A sigh expelled out her lips as she averted her hues away from the knight beside her and shook her head.
"Must you get in trouble every place we go?" Aragorn asked, as he took a few steps back to the red-headed male, extending a free hand as his other kept hold of the stack of papers as gave him a slight push of his shoulder. As he was about to say another word to hopefully put Lasher in his place, Sebastian had called out a familiar name; which brought not only Aragorn to glance forward but Leliana as well with shock.
"Tempest?" Aragorn question, which echoed with Leliana asking the same time if not a bit afterwards. "What are you doing here!? Where's Isabela?" He finalized with his questioning to glance around for the Pirate. When he happened to do so, he took notice to Lasher and his drawing of his weapon. That caused the Warden to slightly crack with surprise as he began to reach out with a free hand of all those bundles of papers to lay a hand on the male to hopefully stop him from lunging in an attack.
Leliana glanced from Lasher to Fenris to Tempest and back again shaking her head as she crossed her arms over her chest mumbling under her breath. "Boys, I swear always ready to kill each other."
When Fenris happened to rush over to Aragorn the Warden jumped some from the sudden grabbing of the papers and tearing them up in front of them. He couldn't help then to shake his head briefly as he watched not only the servants clean up the mess but also the two males put aside their differences for the time being.
"I'm sorry for my comrade." Aragorn began to state towards the Viscount and King of Starkhaven. "He doesn't know when to stop it seems." He added with a short gaze back to the red-haired male behind him. "I hope his actions won't effect in what I will be asking of you…" He began with a pause as he stepped towards the stairs, halting at the edge. "We came all this way to ask the Champion for her help, but she denied us… For now; so I was hoping that you could convince her for us. If not then maybe you would help sending some man power with me back to Ferelden? It's not what the King requested but it will have to do until she is ready to leave this city for some time."
Lasher rolled his eyes from the shove he was given, but his hues had soon returned back to the shadows in search of where Tempest had vanished too. The other man didn't speak to anyone, he didn't give any answers, nor had he even hinted in the slightest to Aragorn or Leliana about Isabela. Something very strange was going on here. Had they separated at some point? Was Tempest just trying to keep a low profile, or had he killed Isabela somewhere along the down-slope? He had to know…
Fenris was still cringing from his previous nervous wreck Lasher and Tempest was causing him. The very last thing they needed was a fight in the main hall to the Viscount's throne. The only other time that happened was during a Qunari invasion, and Fenris remembered that such an event like that didn't end all too well either.
"Trust me, nothing would make me happier than to see her gone, but the people here love her. Can you believe they wanted her as Viscount? Such madness had to be stopped." Sebastian sighed with the aggravation of even thinking about her.
"Oh, so you're doing Kirkwall a favor by buying out their dying city and molesting their youth." Lasher beamed quickly.
"What sensible Andrastian-worshiped nation would have their lands ruled by a mage? Mind your blasphemous tone, Tevinter!" Sebastian demanded in a growl. "Lest I'll have you hung in the town square!"
"I'm already hung…" He scoffed back with a roll of his eyes and then returned his casual grin once more. "Then again… You don't seem to have any timid Timmy trapped to your tiny crotch, so I might be overlooking progress after all—"
Fenris spun back on his heel and snatched Lasher's helmet from under the warrior's arm. He raised his arms up high and quickly slammed the helmet back over Lasher's head, to give a final indication for him to stop talking.
"What did I say before coming here?" The elf glared at him and pointed his clawed fingers back at him in his warning once more.
"What? It's sodding a compliment! Besides, all you damn knife-ears sound the same: blah blah-blah blah wah wah-wah wah." Lasher responded back in a dull tone. Though his helmet was muffled, it didn't stop him from mocking Fenris still. This was causing Fenris to growl at him.
Sebastian tore his glare away from them and looked back to Aragorn, in his attempt to try and answer his request, a second time. "You would have better luck moving a mountain than attempting to talk any sense to Hawke. However, …depending on the nature of your war, I may can bestow you some much needed men power. Kirkwall and Starkhaven would both naturally wish to support Ferelden, as long as Ferelden wishes to serve the White Spire… Having a Tevinter member in your party does raise my suspicion… But you also have Sister Nightingale… So, I am at a loss to which faith you choose to serve for the war."
Lasher wanted to have spoken again, but Fenris quickly elbowed his ribs, causing the man to double over for the moment to catch his breath.
Aragorn shook his head for a moment seeing Fenris' actions towards Lasher. He couldn't help but smile out of humor. As they did need to shut the man up somehow and if it meant putting his helmet on, so forcibly; then so be it. "You know you can take him in the back and just smack him a around a few times. That might teach him a lesson. What's that saying… Beat him like a red-headed step child?"
"Hey now!" Leliana shouted from behind as she stomped towards the Warden to flick the male with her index finger to grab not only his attention but to inflict a small bit of pain.
Aragorn flinched before turning an eye to the rouge as he chuckled her way, as he reached back and with his hand and rubbed the area with the palm of his hand. "Just kidding… Where's my Leliana that can take a joke once in a while?" He asked, as he dropped his hand back down to his side.
"Hiding." She responded with haste as she glared to Aragorn while crossing her arms over her petite frame.
Upon hearing Sebastian speak to the group once more, Aragorn turned his gaze to him; locking his oceanic optics with the male ahead of him. He couldn't help but let a nervous chuckle flow out his lips as he questioned his 'faith' as it was true. Lasher was a Tevinter, but that didn't mean he was converted. "Sorry to disappoint you." He stated quickly with a warm smile pulling to his lips. "But I'm still a full-fledged Andrastian." He paused for a moment to glance back to his crew before explaining as to why his party was so… Diverse. "Lasher came to us when we were still traveling. He needed help. And I'm not one to deny one no matter their nationality. As long as they treat me with respect I really have no problem with them, and so far all has been well. As for the lovely initiate over there, she came along with another who I insisted came along. Plus you should know she had traveled with me many, many years ago when I was journeying to defeat the Blight. We just crossed paths again." With yet another pause, Aragorn sighed to catch his breath.
"But to your previous question of Ferelden serving the White Spire. That is something you would have to speak with the King with; as I do not make those decisions. But I do believe he wouldn't have any problem with it what so ever." He added a shrug of his shoulders. "So what say you? Are you going to help, or do I have to go elsewhere for the help of this impeding war?"
"I get the feeling he'd just get a few kicks out of it…" Fenris grumbled a bit under his breath.
Though after listening to Aragorn, Sebastian had still had an expression as though he wanted to speak more. However, something had seemed to have been holding him back form saying what was clearly still on his mind. He glanced towards his servants who were finishing up with cleaning the mess that was near their feet, and sunk slightly back into his chair.
"I understand... I cannot refuse those continuing to serve the White Spire and showing a strong need." He spoke finally lifted his hand towards his chin. His eyes casted back towards Leliana briefly before looking back to Aragorn once more. "Give the men a day's worth of preparation and they will be at your disposal… after a final meeting, of course. I would love to discuss the terms when I have a clear schedule."
"I'm not sure if we have that kind of time…" Fenris started to urge on the matter, but he didn't step forward; since he had to keep within punching distances around Lasher, it seemed.
"I wish it could be sooner, but it wouldn't do Ferelden any good with a bunch of unarmed and unprepared men, either." Sebastian answered and closed his eyes for the moment. "Do you need accommodations for the night? I can arrange some living quarters if you'd like."
Every time Sebastian had put his gaze upon her, Leliana couldn't help but avert her eyes, in a way of pretending she was not to be there. It was like he knew what she had done, and the least she wanted was him to bring it up to speak with her.
As for Aragorn, he was pleased with what he heard from the Viscount and nodded his head to this. Unlike Fenris, he didn't mind the wait. As Sebastian said, it took time to rally up the men and ready them for the battle to come. "Thank you. I am sure the King will be pleased." He responded with a reassuring smile. "Whenever you need to speak to me. Just have one of your men find me, and I will be there. Anything I can do to help I will."
The mention of staying anywhere brought Aragorn to glance to Fenris, then back the Sebastian. After a moment's thought he shrugged his shoulders to the male with a part of his lips. "Actually, I do believe were going to be staying at Fenris' home. But thank you for the offer… …Unless Fenris has changed his mind of course?" He began to question, but more so towards the elf.
If all was done and after setting up the proper priorities for Aragorn to meet Sebastian on a later date then of course he would have no reason to stay and take his leave with the others. From there, the Warden made himself comfortable to where he was staying. Unsure as to how long he would be, stuck here. Maybe he did hate the wait game after all. It was a bit annoying, but there was little he could do, now was there? Sighing some, the Warden had brought himself to leave his room and pace towards the direction he had last seen Leliana go, to her room. Once there he not only halted, but gave a quick knock on the door and seconds later heard small pitter patter of footsteps rush towards the door, which followed by the swinging motion of the door; and an excited Leliana behind it.
But this expression changed quickly upon seeing just the Warden. Though she had a smile still, it was a small one smeared across her lips compared to the later. "Oh hi…" She whispered, as she stepped outside her door, closing it quickly behind her.
"Expecting someone else I take it?" He questioned.
"N-no." She responded with a shake of her head. "Not really. Why are you here?" She asked curiously as she gazed up from the floor board to meet his eyes.
Aragorn smiled briefly as he took a step back, and eventually found himself leaned against the wall. "I was wondering, while were waiting for you know who, that maybe we should get a bite to eat; and possibly a drink or two?"
Leliana arched a curious brow to this. As her appetite wasn't really at her best after they had gotten to this city but she did need to eat. So she nodded her head in a response. "As long as the others come along too."
"Don't trust me?" Aragorn questioned in a acted out hurt toned of voice as he showed his own arch of his scruffy brow in return.
"You know what I mean… It just won't be nice to leave Fenris and Lasher here to starve." She responded.
"Okay that does it then." He replied in a cheerful tone of voice, and pushed himself off the wall as he walked forth. As they walked, Aragorn made sure he was to knock repeatedly and quickly upon Fenris' door and also Lashers before taking there leave. As well as shouting out towards the two males in attempt to tag them along with. "Lasher, Fenris… If you want go get a bite or down some drinks with us, then you better come along!"
"Alright! Food, food, food!" Lasher cheered and started to head out from his room.
Though the minute he came down the hallway, Fenris's clawed hand reached out and grasped the man by the shoulder to keep him in place. He jerked him, in the attempt to throw him down, but all the elf could do—since he was half his size—was pull him to stumble back a bit. "Hold it…"
"What in Dumat's Eye-!" Lasher started to scowl after stumbling back. He turned and looked back towards the elf in annoyance. "What now?"
"I think I need to explain to you about some people of this city." Fenris said as he momentarily closed his eyes.
Lasher raised a slight eyebrow in his retort. "Are they all whores?"
"No." Fenris answered.
"And—like that you've lost me." Lasher grinned a little and turned to lean against his doorframe.
Fenris folded his arms and tried to continue. "They are the all supporters of the White Spire—"
"Oh, shit. Really? I never knew… They must really hate me right now." Lasher snickered sarcastically and rolled his eyes. "I mean after all the crap I spouted earlier to their beloved Viscount-"
"Yes. That's the point I was making. Glad to have your attention..." Fenris said and finally opened his eyes again. "You see, I'd imagine a few of the soldiers may even plot to attack you on sight."
"Oooh." Lasher said and then paused a moment to raise an eyebrow at him. "What the crap are you getting at? Is that bad? We can't have it happening, right?"
"Well, the Warden Commander certainly would not want his task delayed any further than it already has been..." Fenris sighed almost sarcastically. He couldn't believe how far he had to spell things out to him.
"I'd check with my health plan first if I was one of them plotting to kill me though... It's not like I'm an easy target." Lasher quickly spoke his mind to the subject once it arouse.
"They shouldn't be having to see you as a target at all!" Fenris snapped at him quickly, feeling his jaw tighten. "…Listen, from the reports that the Knight Captain gave me, I found there have also been a growing pile of …expensive claims that you may not be aware of causing..."
"Oh? Like what?" Lasher questioned back curiously.
"Well, for starters: Property damage—"
"Ah, yes… There's always fun in that."
"—dozens of bribery and theft issues—"
"To be fair, I wasn't the only one involved in half of them."
"—dozens of noise complaints-"
"Oh, Dumat's left nut-sack! So do half the bards in Thedas, and they all get sodding memorials built in their damn honor!"
"—And countless accusations of sexual harassment." Fenris finally finished, despite how many times Lasher interrupted him.
The redheaded warrior raised an eyebrow towards him briefly and then quickly looked away to tilt his nose up high into the air. "I'm not apologizing any of that shit."
Fenris sighed and lowered his head briefly. He was trying to figure out how he could word this without receiving a complete refusal from Lasher. "Now, I know this is asking a lot but—"
"Bu-u-ut?" Lasher grinned and turned his head back towards him again.
"I want you to keep yourself locked in this room until we return. We will bring you something to eat instead." Fenris finished firmly.
There was a slight silence in the hallway growing, until Lasher had finally stood straight back up on his feet; pushing himself away from the doorframe. He raised a finger towards his chine and idly tapped it with a grin. He could feel the rising tension from the other, and Lasher was just soaking it up.
"Hm…" He paused for an even greater dramatic effect. "I get the distinct impression that you or the others are embarrassed of me."
"Lasher." Fenris warned as he started to grit his teeth.
"Ye-a-h… I'm going to go with 'no-o-o'." Lasher responded, lowering his head so that he'd be at eye-level to Fenris before turning to one direction away from him. He started to walk past him and headed down the hallway.
"Lasher, it is 'important' that I don't want you causing a scene!" Fenris shouted at him and turned just as quickly to follow after him.
"I don't have to take this!" Lasher scoffed and waved his hand in the air as a farewell as he attempted to ignore him. "I'm going for a walk."
"Oh, no you don't!" Fenris scowled and quickly ran past him, only to turn back around and face him once more. He held up his arms in his angered expression, attempting to block his path.
"What are you going to do? Grab that guy who can stop me?" Lasher reached up as he came close towards Fenris. He grabbed him by the feathered cloak he wore and pushed him quickly up against the wall in order to walk past him. "What was his name again? Ser Micheal-Mick- Doesn't-Exist? Besides, Tempest is here—er… Well, out there somewhere. What makes you think I'm going to stay put for even a second?"
However, Fenris surprisingly latched on to Lasher's arm, so that when the redhead walked past him, he ended up being dragged behind. The angered sigh he gave was obviously frustrating, and he eventually lowered his head down in defeat.
"What do you want?" Fenris started to ask as he was being dragged.
"Wha-a-at?" Lasher repeated in his mocking tone and soon stopped in his tracks.
"What do I need to give you in order to keep you locked in this room for the evening?" Fenris rephrased bitterly.
Lasher looked up to the ceiling for the moment and started to ponder out loud. "Hm…. I'm going to need… three cases of ale, a couple bottles of lyrium, and one fine-ass whore…with big titties."
"You're not going to kill her, are you?" Fenris asked, giving him a slight glare.
"What? No! Shit, no…" Lasher scoffed and turned away from him as he started to laugh. He then paused from over his shoulder before finally walking back towards the room. " …But if you find one recently dead, I could use the snack."
Fenris shivered from the answer as he released him. He couldn't believe to how low of bribery he was having to stoop, just in an effort to keep their stay in Kirkwall a peaceful one-or rather as peaceful as possible. He looked away and headed towards the balcony for the stairs so that he could at least get half of what Lasher was wanting.
"Fine.. Just… Get back into the room…" He grumbled under his breath.
The area smelt like the sweet aroma of sweet honey liquor, accompanied by a few straggling smells of sweat from the stumbling and still even standing tall strong men. After finding herself standing in the entry way glancing about Leliana had stepped forward following Aragorn's lead towards an open table. The Warden pulled out a chair for the rouge, before pacing to the other side of the rickety table and taking a seat. With her fingertips she began to tap in a rhythmic manner, one after another until she happened to glace up through her lashes to the commander.
"It seems like you're a million miles away." He stated with a smile pulling at the corners of his lips, which happened to fade even seconds later.
Leliana pushed her other hand to the table, interlacing her fingertips within one another as she gazed towards the Warden, giving off a warm smile. "Sorry." She started with only a short pause as her cranium shifted to the left to look for hopefully some waiter or even Fenris and Lasher to come inside the tavern as she had not known yet that Fenris happened to convince Lasher not to come.
Aragorn followed in her glance looking off in the direction of which the rouge did, looking to the bar. "Hm." He hummed lightly, as he reached up to press his palms against the edge of the table to give himself a push away from it, causing the chair to slide back. "Stay here… I'll go get us something to eat, and drink." With that, Aragorn stood once more to his feet as he stalked towards the bar.
After seconds had turned to minutes and Aragorn happened to be in another world almost, drowning himself down in drinks at the bar waiting for their food to be brought to him. Leliana was left to fend for herself. Though she hadn't minded this actually, as she turned her attention from the commander and to the fireplace that crackled deep within her ear drums, as he emerald hues melted into its warmth.
"Some boyfriend you got there. Leaving a pretty lass like you all alone." Spoke a coarse voice from behind the red-head, ultimately making the rouge to flip her head around in shock from suddenly, out of nowhere, being pulled out of not only her relaxed state but tranced one as well.
"He's not my boyfriend." Leliana responded, with a scoff though the moment she stated this she had almost regretted it since the male had made a move towards her, sitting down in the chair next to her. But flipped the chair to where he would be more within closer range to her. Leliana though didn't give him a passing look, as the odor of the harsh alcohol seeped out his body, filling her nostrils full that he had obviously been drinking this night.
"Well, that's too bad." He began to responded with not only shock in his voice but with a stagger to the left as he leaned into the table, propping one of his arms on the edge as his palm was used as a resting stool for his head. "It's not often you see someone who possesses such beauty as you—" He began to add with a reach of his other arm and his hand extended out to have a chance to touch the rouge on her jawline or cheek even, beside him.
But this along with his sentence was stopped dead in its tracks; not only from Leliana leaning away, but also from a vigorous hand that had grasped onto his. It was Aragorn's. And just to make sure the lush was paying attention he gave a robust squeeze of his hand; which happened to bring the male to pull away, with a yelp passing by his lips; which was a failed attempt due to Aragorn's tight grasp before he threw his hand aside.
"Ow—I mean…" The male whispered as he began to caresses his hand with his un-wounded one. "What was that for? I was just complimenting the lady. And she told me you weren't her boyfriend." He spoke in a defensive manner, which happened to crack upon seeing Aragorn's infuriated expression.
"I don't care what she told you." He began to respond. "She might not be mine, but she is someone else's, so be gone."
With a blink of his eyes the male began to stand to his feet eventually with the table as a crutch. "Haven't you ever heard, what happens in the tavern stays in the tavern?" He scoffed.
"Ha." Aragorn chuckled singly as he glanced to Leliana to see her humor in her eyes as well of this man's stupidity. "I don't think she would be caught dead with you."
Leliana nodded along with Aragorn's words as he took the words right out of her mouth before she could even begin to speak. But by the looks of it the male was the one irritated now, possibly more so than Aragorn due to his pride being cut down a few pegs.
The drunken male turned on his heel, seemingly acting as if he were to take himself out of the picture; thus bringing Aragorn to turn a blind eye to him. But this had lasted a moment's second, if that. Before he heard a rush behind him, and as the Warden brought himself to turn around the man had thrown himself at him; all but fists.
In a responsive nature Aragorn ducked, as he pulled his arm back and lunged it forward. Plummeting his tight balled fist into his abdomen. The man buckled over, letting out an aspirated gasp for air and several coughs as his arms wrapped around his stomach. But Aragorn hadn't stopped there, unsure as to why. As it could have been his man instincts or the drinks following through his blood stream as he brought himself over to the bent over male and with his elbow, he smashed the ball of his elbow into the back of his neck; ultimately causing the male to fall face first, unconscious on the floor board.
"That's' enough!" Shouted a voice from behind the bar.
Aragorn glanced over to the barkeep as he happened to be drying a mug in the process. "Sorry old man. Gotta keep the ladies safe right?" He added with a glance back to Leliana.
"Just make sure next time you take it outside. I'm running a business here! Not a fight club!"
The Warden nodded to this as he took a final glance to the male at his feet. "Somebody wanna get rid of him?" Almost on cue, two young strapping boys came up to Aragorn. "Take him some where he can rest the night off." Which Aragorn followed in tossing each a silver coin to each, just to make they did as he asked. They took the coin, as one boy grabbed each leg and another grabbed each arm before dragging/carrying him away.
"Well that was fun." Aragorn stated as he had re-taken his seat. Adjusting himself comfortably, as his rough callused hand reached out, grasping onto his mug. That he happened to set down before even involving himself in this incident.
"You know you don't have to protect me." Leliana reassured with an arch of her brow; as she looked to their drinks and food, to pull hers near her.
Peeking through one of his eyes, he looked to Leliana with the setting down of his cup, and pinched the edge of his plate of food to drag it towards him; as he happened to begin picking at his food. "Bah… I wasn't protecting. I was just having fun." He joked "Well dig in?"
Leliana shook her head for a moment as she glanced up from her food, as she almost had begun picking at her food like Aragorn. After all they were in the wilderness for a long, long time so going back to utensils was 'almost' odd. "Fine…" She whispered, as she took a fork in her grasp and stabbed at her food, bringing it to her mouth as she ate the meal which was in front of her.
Fenris walked down the the street towards The Hanged Man tavern—practically the only place everyone use to gather together for drinks and to kill time. He wondered if Sebastian ever returned here with anyone in particular. He knew that if Isabela was staying in Kirkwall, there would have been only three places known to find her: the Brothel, the Docks, or here. Though no sooner had he approached the door, had a couple of young men moved outside to carry off a drunkard. Fenris stood to the side to watch as the moved onward before actually entering.
He looked around the tavern to see Leliana and Aragorn already digging in to their meals. The elf would have went straight to addressing them, but the sound of a voice calling out his name caused him to look towards the steps. Near the North of the room, was a dwarf who was well known in the underbelly of the city. He never really changed his style: the same leathers and finer sashes used to tie his clothes together. Though his coat did seem open in the front, attached to his back was his favorite crossbow.
"Oh-ho! You just missed the excitement for the evening, I think—" The dwarf started to address once his feet landed to the bottom floor. He headed towards Fenris, but raised his hand briefly to the bartender. "Hey, barkeep, throw a round of drinks on my tab for our 'bouncer' there, will ya?"
The elf's green eyes looked towards the bar tender and then to Aragorn before lastly smirking back to the dwarf again. "Looks like I miss all the good stuff."
"I can always paint a good picture for you." The dwarf said and held up hands in the expression of his story-telling. "A lone and lovely maiden attempting to have a moment's peace for the evening, found herself wandering the more well-accustomed parts of the Hanged Man. Before she able to collect a single moment's thought, her mid is clouded from the drunken whispers and the stench of recently swilled whiskey. The man's breath was strong enough to make her nose-hair curl-and I should know. Thanks to him, I don't need to trim mine tomorrow."
Fenris laughed and turned slightly to join the others at the table. "You do have a way of painting the picture, Varric."
"I try my best." Varric shrugged and followed after him.
After finishing her first, second and possibly thrid drink Leliana and Aragorn seemed to be having a drinking contest; of some sort. All for good fun of course. Aragorn tried to make it out to seem he could drink more than the rouge and Leliana was determined not to be undermined by some man. Even if he were a friend of hers. Though the rouge was holding up possibly better than he could, maybe… It was to early to tell. Or she just had a good poker face.
"Gonna give in Leli?" Aragorn questioned as he rose his glass towards the rouge in a short wave.
Leliana shook her cranium momentarily, feeling the alcohol almost swishing inside her tiny body and swelling in her head. "Nope."
Aragorn arched a curious brow to the rouge and sighed as he leaned back into his chair. And after taking a look to their glasses he had noticed the collection they were gathering; which brought the Warden to raise the empty glass towards the Bartend for a refill. The male behind the bar nodded before getting them their fourth set of drinks. As he lowered his glass, he shot his oceanic optics in the direction of the door seeing the elf walk in. "Well look who finally decided to join us."
Leliana shifted in the direction of which the Warden happened to be looking, seeing Fenris. A welcoming smile smeared across her lips as she was just about to be a nice hostess and guide him over until she heard a voice call out to him, otherwise grabbing not only his attention but Aragorn and Leliana's as well.
"Who's that?" Questioned Leliana as she slouched into the table to grab the Wardens attention and wave a chin towards the dwarf.
"I got no clue?" He added with a shrug and brought his cup to his lips to take a drink, only to be disappointed to have to put it down as there weren't any left for his quench of thirst that seemed never-ending. "Seems like a story teller like you."
Leliana rolled her eyes as she watched the two males walk up to take their seats, as she pushed aside their used cups and stacked and finished dishes aside to clear the area. "What took you so long Fenris?"
"I spent the last thirty minutes as Lasher's errand boy just so that he'd stay home for the evening." Fenris answered with his eyes leaning more towards the door of the tavern before sitting down. He reached back and pulled out a chair for Varric to follow suit.
"You? The errand boy? Who is this mystical man able to push unbelievable limits?" Varric scoffed at the idea in wonder before looking towards the others in curiosity.
"Trust me, you won't meet him now and hopefully you won't meet him ever. I cringe at the thought of what he's doing at any given moment I think about him remaining in my house." Fenris shuddered and shrunk his neck low to the thought.
"Now, I'll left in suspense until I do meet him." Varric laughed and smiled to the others in kind nod before sitting down in the chair that was given to him. "Speaking of which—Hello, to both. My name's Varric Tethras, a dwarf aiming to please with elbows to grease."
"You're introductions are still kind of cheesey." Fenris said and arched an eyebrow towards him.
"I'm still working on it." Varric admitted and scratched his head some. He lifted his head quickly and looked to the others once more. "And who might you two be? Besides the lovely maiden and the man with the strength of a wyvern in my newest story?"
"I swear I could have heard you and Lasher while we were leaving what was it…" He started out paused as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back in though. "Oh-Ah-Fen—ris-Ah—Right-There." He teased with a smirk pulling at his lips as he re-opened his eyes to look to the elf. "I could of sworn that was Lashers voice screaming that too—"
Though this seemed half lived as Leliana reached over smacking Aragorn not once, not twice but three times over his shoulder. Maybe it was because all of the booze, or maybe it was cause she was embarrassed by his antics. Whichever it was. It… Needed… To… Stop. "I'm sorry for my friend." Leliana replied in a disbelief whisper towards the dwarf.
"Must you beat me so?" He joked, as was just playing a little 'mess around' with the elf. But by the standoffish looks he was getting now from the passbyers, it seemed as if his jokes wouldn't do well here. "Not a lively crew I take it?" He muttered as he noted the barkeep placed the drinks before them, that the Warden reached out hastily to grasp his drink within his grasp and hold it nearer to him.
As introductions were made, Leliana couldn't happen but smile to his introduction which Fenris marked as cheesy.
"If you ask Alistair, cheesy is the best way to go!" Aragorn responded as he glanced over to Leliana and gave her a playful smack on the back. "Your turn to do the introductions; it gets very tiring, saying who I am."
"I swear your lazy." Leliana arched a brow and shrugged her shoulders as she finally slithered her hand and grasped onto her newly poured mug to draw it near as she started with these introductions. "Well this man here is the Commander of the Wardens, Ser Aragorn Cousland. He's an ass at times.—" She paused in her words upon hearing a scoff emit from the Wardens lips as she continued. "But mostly a joker. As for me, I'm Leliana. No one special."
"Ah c'mon on now Leli. Don't be like that you give me a big and whooping title and introduction and then stop at you?" Aragorn questioned.
"Well its not like I'm with the Chantry any longer so there is no point in explain such a thing if I'm not that… Right?"
Aragorn slightly shrugged his shoulders as he shot his gaze back towards the two males. "Well fine. Just don't get all upset when everyone loves and remembers me instead."
From the surprised acting Aragorn willfully displayed, the dwarf was quick to show his appreciation through a hearty laugh. Then after seeing the glares Fenris was giving him next, Varric found himself laughing even more. Fenris clearly did not like being a part of the joke, by any means—and yet, he always seemed to have had that be the case when Varric was near.
"I'm warning you, Aragorn—" He started to seethe, but after feeling a hard slap on his back due to Varric's need for composure, Fenris had soon instantly relaxed in the process.
"That is amazing! I only thought the Champion could bend Broody's will in half like that." Varric cheered and later smiled to Leliana after the introductions. "Ah, yes… I remember Sister Nightingale and her partner all too well."
"What of it…?" Fenris asked, casting his eyes back towards Varric curiously.
The dwarf shrugged and gave a small chuckle in his answer. "Nothing really… I got a book thrown in my face and death threats—the usual invitation from any demanding audience. If you happen to you're your fellow Seeker again, tell her I said thanks for the nose job."
"Always making new friends, I see." Fenris remarked and looked towards the bartender once another round of drinks had came to them due to Varric's previous order.
"What can I say? I'm a likeable guy." Varric beamed and clinked his glass against Fenris's in a welcoming toast before drinking. He paused some and placed his glass back down in his continued rambling. "Hm… Cousland, is it…? As in, the Hero of Ferelden?"
"You know, I've been traveling with him this entire time and not once have I ever really recognized him for it." Fenris admitted, from a slight under-tone; not intentionally to have seemed bad—but mere honesty.
"That's cause you've got Hawke-eyes, and we all know it." Varric poked at him.
"I do not." Fenris quickly retorted in a blunt tone, then mumbled under his breath before taking another sip. "What does that even mean?"
"You can sure dish it out." Aragorn began to spout through one open gleaming eye towards the elf. "But you sure can't take it when its thrown back at ya' huh elf man?" He teased, as the Warden joined in with this ranting of chuckling with Varric. "I think I like your friend though Fenny, why haven't you've ever spoken of him?"
"Probably because he knew you two would be like two peas in a pod." Leliana responded through her intertwined fingers and clasped hands which were pressed just lightly against her lips, thus muffling her words lightly.
Aragorn just shrugged at the thought, and then turned his attention to Varric who commented on knowing his lovely little 'Nightingale' that it brought his irises to shift and be put upon the red-head and smiling as questions began forming and growing within his mind. "What did you do this time Leli?"
Leliana slunked her head down in shock as she had really wanted to forget all that mess of things; and the way Cassandra handled things were not the way she would have, clearly… Putting people's lives to an ultimatum was the last thing on her to-do-list. "I'm sorry." She began to state, as her emerald hues poked up above her knuckles and looked to the dwarf. "Cassandra… Was… An extremist. And she was determined to find the Champion, as I was determined to find the Warden here." She added with a poke of her elbow towards the fellow comrade beside her.
Aragorn couldn't help but question. "Looking for me, why?"
"Because you just up and disappeared. The whole lands around us were falling apart, and we needed you. That's why you doof."
"Oh… Is that it?" Aragorn responded with a wiggle of his brows to the rouge, completely ignoring the 'doof' comment she threw at him.
Leliana stumbled over her words, pausing for a moment. As she shook her head to then shift her averted hues away from the commander. "Yes, I was looking for you for other reasons. But it doesn't matter anymore."
Aragorn couldn't help but smile meekly as he leaned back into his chair and gave a little wiggle of his shoulders of a taunt of making it seem like he won this conversation, as he crossed his arms over his frame all at the same time; but finally going back to the elf and dwarf, and Fenris speaking of him never recognizing him as a Cousland had completely brought his mouth to drop an inch in disbelief. After being through his shocked faze he shook his head some before responding back to the elf. "Well that hurts…" He joked, but attempted a pout look. "Here I thought we were buddies too." Sighs. "But yes, to your question Varric I am the "Hero of Ferelden" the "Grey Warden Commander" the last heir to the "Cousland" name. Makes you think why a woman would turn this down." He added with a wave of his hand over his frame and a look towards Leliana. "But some can be obviously very stubborn."
Varric waved his hand some towards Leliana's slight apology—though more of an explanation and shook his head. "Nah, don't beat yourself up over it, Sister. No one's hurt—well… no one of consequence, and the Champion of Kirkwall is still anonymously hidden."
"Um… Not quite." Fenris argue slightly and glanced over towards Aragorn and Leliana as to have shown a hidden point.
Varric blinked some, doing a double-take from the couple and then back at Fenris in disbelief. "What? Am I the only person not allowed to meet with her anymore?"
"No… But I doubt any of our other previous companions have caught up with her either. She's closed herself off from the city, remember." Fenris answered and folded his arms.
"Yeah, so—" Varric paused a moment and then his confusion and then his confused expression soon turned into an all-knowing smirk. "Oh, I get it… Right. The Hero of Ferelden, The Champion of Kirkwall, and the King of Ferelden all teamed up on the same side… But who are we going against?"
"We?" Fenris questioned with an arched brow.
"Well, you can't expect me not to tag along!" Varric scoffed and tilted his head back towards the elf.
Fenris shook his head to the pleading and took another sip of his beer. "…I'm not the one choosing who gets to tag along anywhere."
"Shows what you know." Varric rolled his eyes. "Where the Champion goes, I go. Someone's got to pay her bar tab… So, anyways, who's our enemy then? The Orlesians? The Tal-Vashoth? Mages?"
"Try all three." Fenris retorted flatly.
Varric gave a high whistle and looked back to Leliana. "You were right, Sister. Thedas is reaching the Blight's door at that rate."
"I'm optimistic." Fenris shrugged in a sarcastic tone.
Leliana was thrilled upon hearing Varric not holding such a thing over her head, though she never believed he would. "Well that's good to hear, thank you. At least you got your nose fixed." She added in between his and Fenris' conversation to one another about the Champion.
Though hearing of the Champion was still trying to be in hiding seemed like a joke. Since Cullen was so open to give notice she was in Kirkwall on top of allowing them to see her so freely. It was all but confusing, that it brought both Leliana and Aragorn to take a glance to one another, after shrugging their shoulders.
"What's she hiding from?" Leliana couldn't help but ask. Though it seemed as if this would be unanswered as the two had begun speaking of the oncoming war… Or wars she should say. The thought of going against that many other nations brought Leliana's hopes down, unlike Fenris optimism… That he spoke of. "Wish I could be like you Fenny." She responded, not noticing as to how she used his nickname which Aragorn had grown to use more so than his real name.
After, many drinks and hours spent at the tavern. Aragorn drew the courage to finally stagger to his feet. But amazingly made it seem with ease, as if he had no liquor in his blood steam. Though by the smell of him, the beer seemed to seep through his pours and into the nostrils of whomever he strode or stood by. Eventually the Warden halted himself upon his eyes catching upon and elven woman. A blonde, very simple yet elegant, a pretty one at that. That he collected himself and stalked towards the mistress.
"Can I help you, Serah?" The woman spoke in an almost whisper as her voice was so lower than those around. But this hadn't mattered as Aragorn's senses seemed to heighten from the booze swirling inside him and he heard the woman before him.
"I was wondering… Err.. Can you do me a favor?" He questioned upon looking back to the also drunken comrades of his, but mostly Fenris as a devious thought pushed through his mind.
"What would that be?" The woman asked in a suspicious tone of voice.
"Take my friend over there, the elf with white hair and markings home for me… I want to make sure he gets back, safely. And if you could…" He added with a pause as he began digging through his pockets and pouches for his remaining silver and gold. "Give him a good time." He finished with a release of the money in the palm of her hand.
"A good time?" She began to repeat, almost dumbfoundly.
"Ugh…" Aragorn scoffed as he stepped back. "You know, the deed, the do-her-done-it, the get down and dirty… Just have sex with the man. He seriously needs an uplifting moment. It may change his mood."
The elf looked to the gold and then to Aragorn, before finally agreeing to this 'deal'. After all that's what it was right, he gave her money and she did this, of what he wished? Nodding some she tucked the gold into her own set of pockets.
"Good girl…" Aragorn responded upon seeing such an action and quickly turned upon his heel to stalk towards his companions once more.
Upon reaching them, he pressed his palms upon the wooden table to lean himself on and looked towards the elf, dwarf and rouge as he spoke. "Well I'll see you guys later… Err more so Leliana and Fenris. But it was nice meeting you Varric. We should do this more often, yes?" With that Aragorn pushed himself off the table and turned yet another shoulder and strolled out the tavern, and hopefully to make it back to Fenris in one piece, with all his dignity and left over money attached.
"Don't take any candy from strangers." Varric lifted his hand in a small wave towards Aragorn's goodbye before quickly turning towards Leliana. "Is he going to be alright?"
"Heh… The man slayed an Arch Demon, or so I'm told. I think he can manage a walk home." Fenris answered for her.
While the three were still enjoying their time at the tavern, back at Fenris's home, there were piles of dead Starkhaven soldiers and Carta members laying around on the floors from the grand entrance, all the way up the stairs. Blood was splattered all over the walls like a child's painting gone awry, scattered broken glass from windows and vases lined the corners of each crowded area like confetti, and curtains were burned halfway.
Though the most disturbing thing, was probably Lasher hanging upside down from the main stairwell and staring back at the front entrance of the home. His eyes were still looked in a fierce gaze, as if expecting the door to open again for another attack, but his hands weren't near any readying weapon. His rage had surpassed, and instead for the moment, was his current time to feed.
He had a naked thigh bone that was broken in two places for easy handling, and he treated it like as if it were a mutton of lamb. The bites and torn flesh from where he previously feasted were clearly shown on the other side of his prey. Despite the area being littered with dead, his only current prize had been the 'mutton' thigh, that he used for nutritional sustenance.
The door opened, and Lasher took in a hard swallow of meat, forcing it down his throat as much as he can to keep from choking. Hanging upside down really wasn't the smartest thing to do when eating, but that was the position Lasher had last-remembered himself of being in at the end of his fight, and so that was where he wanted to stay until his 'Beserker' mode had subsided completely. At the current moment, Lasher did have himself calmed, so he had to give himself a reward in something for maintaining his self-control.
His eyes lit up at seeing Aragorn enter, and not another enemy –for once. Lasher lowered his arm and waved his mutton thigh around near the other man's direction. The blood dripped in heavy thick waves to the ground each time Lasher's arm had given the prized meat a violent shake.
"Do you see what happens when you stay out late past your curfew? You miss all the fun that way." The redheaded male teased before retracting his arm and soon sinking his teeth back into his morsel.
Eventually after continuous pacing Aragorn had found himself nearing Fenris' doorway. The sound of silence, a plush bed… Fenris did have that right? And rest seemed all too inviting; so when he happened to walk through the doorway, closing the door behind. He saw the mess before him. Bodies upon bodies, and the smell of the pints of blood splattered all over. Brought disgust, and surprise to his expression, if that was even possible to do at once. "What the hell—" He began to state, but from hearing a familiar voice from ahead caused the male to glance up to where he heard it; seeing Lasher, dangling like a monkey. "What the heck have you've done!?" He asked in an disbelieved tone of voice as he stepped further into the home tip toeing around bodies, as all this was almost a buzz kill for him.
"Looks like you've been busy none the less." He whispered as his paced froze and his hues shot upwards towards the male from above. He could just imagine Fenris' look on his face when he would arrive home. It would be a moment he'd wish to capture forever, but he had alterative motives for the elf when he arrived and this would interfere, greatly.
"I hope you know your cleaning up this mess before Fenris gets back." He added with a wave of his arms to all the fallen, dismembered bodies. "If Fenris comes home to this, then he will freak… …Bringing him out of his drunk state and causing me to lose money on the fool because I… Am… Determined. To get that man laid; which I paid for." Aragorn admitted with a raised a hand, waving a single finger to the male. "As for me, I'm going to bed. My head is spinning, and I better see this mess cleared by the morning. If I don't then… Err. I'll tie you up! And not allow you to eat your favorite meal of the day." In leaning down, Aragorn grasped on the wrist of a torn knight and waved the arm towards Lasher in his promise towards the male before tossing it aside and eventually stepping towards the stair as cautiously as he could so he wouldn't accidentally trip over any massive armored bodies, all while waiting for Lashers great response.
Lasher couldn't help but laugh some, and almost ended up choking on this cherwed morsal. His arms dangled down towards the floor, but his anckles remained tight around the stairwell's posts to keep him hanging in safety.
"You kidding…! Look. I just fended off—one, two—" The knight had to pause a moment and continue counting the bodies below him; aiming the gnawed-clean boney stub in the direction of the death below himself, "—well at least a few dozen men by myself, and you're going to suggest I have to clean it up? I didn't ask these sods to come over and blighted die."
He lifted his thigh-piece back to his mouth and bit down for another bite. His teeth tore into the flesh with a loud gushing noise and red blood dripped down his cheek to plummet to the floor. Lasher attempted to speak, but for the most part of all that he could say usually ended up in a mouthful from his current dinner.
"You know—a little sympathy never hurt… 'Course I'd be more concerned with who sent them, and why." He said and added a shrug. "But then again… I've no business in any of this… I should have just ratted out your locations, but I don't turn down a challenge."
Aragorn couldn't help but mock Lasher as he spoke. Almost practically lip syncing along with him in his words in a taunt but of course made sure he was turned so much for him not to see such an action. On purpose or not, it wasn't clear. But the Warden had to admit. It was many bodies for one to clean, by themselves; on top of Fenris possibly coming home soon. That the male halted, and a full forced sigh pushed through his lips.
"Fine." He whispered with a turn of his shoulder and looked to the knight in his fight to keep his raw meated food down. "I can help. But only as long as I'm not the only one doing all the cleaning…" He whined as he retreated back down the stairs to do this dirty work that Lasher was so wonderful to throw on their doorstep, or more so Fenris'.
As he leant down, grasping one of the Stark Haven Knights the Warden glanced up once his eyes had finally caught a glimpse of the symbol on one of fallen Soldiers. It was like Aragorn had completely ignored Lashers statement of who these men were when he told him moments ago, and he hadn't taken much thought when he walked in either. "So… Did they say why they came here… And were brought to attack you?" He questioned as he threw the limp, falling apart body over a shoulder and with that he glanced around curiously as the thought of what to do with these dead men passed his mind. "Errr… Do you know where we can possibly stash these guys?" Aragorn would have been willing to toss them in a storage closet, at least that way neither him nor Lasher had to go far and the cleaning could resume quickly, but the stink would rise very, quickly and it was something he wanted to avoid.
"No… I didn't sodding pause to question them when they had their damn swords drawn… One said, 'Get on your knees.' So I informed them, 'I'm not your mother last night!'…And they took an exception to that." Lasher answered to the first question, and shrugged some when the few lasting thoughts of bloodlust began to reside. It did help to keep talking to him at such times. "It was more—'stabbity-stab-stab' time than 'formal conversation' time. So, I killed all but one of them."
He paused a moment and started to laugh out loud. "The last one wussed out like a bitch and sliced his own neck! …I'll never understand freaks like that..."
Lasher's legs loosened and he purposely fell from the stairs to land on the ground floor below. The loud thud, following by the clatter of bodies rolling away from his cushioned landing echoed throughout the mansion. He was being compromised into helping with the clean-up, though he really didn't want to do it. His muscles were sore from all the fighting, and in retrospect—probably dropping to the ground wasn't the best idea after all—once he thought about it.
He paused a moment and started to climb back to his feet, cracking his neck from side to side while listening to Aragorn's pondering of where to stash Lasher's food-source/entertainment. He seemed persistant in having the room cleaned—something that was barely grazing past the redhead's thoughts. Lasher would have attempted to eat them all, but there were certain parts he just normally wouldn't touch, and besides, he figured he would get full after devouring maybe two whole ones…. "I dunno… The broom closet seemed just as useful, and it smells the same too."
Aragorn snickered upon hearing Lasher speak of not stopping and asking the knights why they were in Fenris' home. It was a stupid question, but sometimes… People could get a word in before the blood shed had even begun. "Sounds like you made a few friends and just sliced them away before having a nice camp fire in the middle of this room with your favorite pastries." He joked. "But I am glad you are alright… … Who would be helping me otherwise with this mess, obviously not Leliana, she's still drinking it up with that damn elf and dwarf. Hopefully she can keep him there a bit longer till this mess is cleaned."
Glancing to his shoulder, to the fumbling body Aragorn sighed as he nodded to Lasher in his response of tossing them in the broom closet. He wondered though how he knew how it smelt, but there was little time for such questions, and he took body after body, stuffing them into the closet to then go to the next task… Cleaning up all the blood. And after all the bodies were cleared he just got the real deal of how much blood was splattered around that a groan of disapproval pushed through his lips. "Lasher I better get sleep tonight." He mumbled, and began to get some form of water in a bucket and mop for them both to at least half ass clean the home so it wasn't sooo noticeable of what happened in Fenris' absence.
Eventually the home was, clean. And thankfully before the elf arrived, Aragorn didn't want to make too obvious why he was still awake along with Lasher so he dragged the crazy red-headed knight to bed before calling his night in. And the next morning came quickly, almost too quickly that the sun rays had begun to spill through the dusted window from above, shining upon his features ultimately causing the Warden to stretch, as a exhausted groan escaped his lip. His eyes eventually came to a fluttering open, as outstretched his arms rose above head in his stretch. Waiting no longer Aragorn swung his legs over the rather low bed as he rose from his rest.
When he looked down he noticed his armor still attached, causing a shrug of his shoulders as he stepped outside of the room and through the door. When he did, and that door opened the sun rays from behind it beamed straight to his eyes bringing the Warden to stagger back as he rose a defending hand up to block the light from streaming in. "Dammit.. What the hell did I do last night?" He began to ask himself out loud, as his pace picked up to escape the brightness.
Fenris rolled over from his bed, trying to escape the heavy feeling that was draped across his chest. After a few times of not being successful, he looked down at the presence to find an ivory slender arm draped across him. For some odd reason, he thought he was back in Tevinter, in bed with the Magister's wife again. It wouldn't have been the first time, and clearly he had pictured it of not being the last. He turned slightly, seeing blonde hair and a small pointy ear peaking from beneath the long tresses. Quickly, Fenris cringed away and started to quietly slide out of the bed.
He looked around the room, seeing the scattered clothes, and tried to piece together of what had happened during his drunken state. He remembered being very drunk… blonde hair… and sex…but that normally happened around the Magister's wife in Tevinter. He wasn't in Tevinter anymore so then he must have…
Fenris groaned and rubbed his hand over his face for a moment before moving down to get dressed. He wasn't going to confront this. He was just going to pretend it never happened. Once he was dressed, he quickly escaped out of his door.
"What are you up to—" Lasher started to ask in his usual loud tone.
However, Fenris wasn't prepared for any loud noises at the moment, because he didn't want the female in his room to awaken while he was still within range of her. He jumped some and spun back on his heel to quiet the redhead by instructing him with his hands over his mouth briefly.
"Quiet." Fenris spoke in a hushed tone and carefully closed the door behind him. "I don't want her awake yet… Not while I'm still around."
"You mean the whore, Aragorn bought you?" Lasher asked, glancing towards the door.
Fenris instantly face-faulted and turned to stalk down the hallway towards Aragorn's room. "Warden…!"