Aragorn was stumbling, to where? He didn't know. Maybe to find some sort of food, or drink, something, anything. As he reached the kitchen area, he saw nothing but empty wine bottles along with half full ones. "Well might as well. I always was told to look at the glass half full." He whispered to himself. As he wasn't in any mood clearly to be in the search for anything else, with this constant pounding in his head that he reached out and grasped the bottle by the neck and brought it to eye level as he looked at the swishing of the fluids that he swirled with a shake of his hand. "Looks good still." As his oceanic hues gazed into the dark murky wine it was like almost a time capsule had went off in his mind and everything that occurred the night before repeated in his mind like a very bad movie.
With this now in mind, Aragorn firstly took a quick drink from the bottle before setting it down and running downstairs towards where he had remembered where he stashed those bodies of Lashers. As he reached out to open the door by a small crack he peeped his head in to see the pile inside. A groan slipped past his lips as he pulled back, and closed the door. "Great. It did happen." He muttered to himself as he then leaned against the framing of the home and glanced upwards to the direction of the rooms, but he wasn't able to see doorways or such as he gazed in that part of the house, just the way to where the hall lead to. "I wonder if Fenris had a good time last night."
Shrugging his shoulders some Aragorn pushed his back off the wall and pursued forward. Towards Leliana's room as he hadn't no clue if she were as intoxicated or possibly worse than him. As he neared the door to check on her as he gave a few single knocks, one after the other, and again, and again… He paused shifting his weight to one side of his body in an impatient manner as he reached out to open the door next as he spoke out. "Leliana I'm coming in." With that the Warden pushed through the door. His eyes now more clear than earlier had scanned the room in search for the rouge… But saw nothing, the bed was still made, and it seemed as if things were undisturbed in this room. "Err…" He whispered under his breath. "Where is she?"
Aragorn shook the thought as he quickly exited the room and in doing so, down the hall he saw Fenris, stomping down the hallway with Lasher behind towards his room. A innocent chuckle pushed through his lips as he followed behind. If he were to confront him now it might have been now instead of later… Right? "Fenny! How was your night? You didn't sleep with Leliana instead did you?"
"You-! What?" The elf started to confront Aragorn once he was within range, but the question he sailed at him had completely thrown Fenris's hazed moment nearly off his radar. He shook his head with the intent of even trying to shake out the sudden 'wrong' imprint in his mind of it. "No… No!"
His eyes looked towards the room where Leliana was supposedly staying. Fenris would have half-expected Anders to have swooped in and stole her away without anyone any wiser. It would have been something, the mage would clearly do considering his situation—of which the elf was certain. However, there wouldn't have been enough alcohol in the world for Fenris to have willingly 'touched' anything that Anders had already soiled, and that even included the Champion.
"She stayed a bit longer with Varric. I ended up home with that blonde elf." He finally explained once his mind had cleared.
"That blonde whore." Lasher corrected.
"Stop calling her that!" Fenris snapped at him, jerking his head in his direction.
"Knife ear, then." Lasher grinned at his anger quickly. "At any rate, I'd suggest for you to see a healer sometime soon, just to be safe… and for Dumat's left nutsack, thank the damn man!"
Fenris grunted and soon folded his arms; showing an act of taking the advice into consideration but not wanting to admit it. He closed his eyes, feeling a headache coming on, and for some reason, a wafting odor that seemed familiar to him.
"While I… suppose I'd have to appreciate the intention, Aragorn, if I want the company of a woman—I can get such on my own." He grumbled and finally looked back towards him at last.
The Warden couldn't help but smirk at the sudden shock he caused the elf as he asked about him bedding Leliana. He knew that would completely change his mood and thoughts of things. But from hearing Fenris' explanation of where she was still brought question to where the rouge may have been. Unlike everyone else he knew Leliana, she wouldn't just up and leave. Unless she had changed over the pace of time and she completely threw all their cares aside and ran off somewhere.
"Blonde whore?" Aragorn repeated as his eye averted from the males and looked to Fenris door. "I didn't know she was a whore… Must have been why she so easily took my money." He whispered upon saying his last sentence while giving a shrug of his shoulders.
Aragorn let out a sudden hearty chuckle though as heard Fenris speak of him being able to deal with his own women. That he strolled over to the elf and gave a sudden, large pat on the shoulder. "Yeah, yeah buddy." He muttered as his head dropped in its nod. "That's why you were so willing last night. Have to admit you feel better right? I would take seconds though. I paid good money for that woman, or was it the booze? Er, can't remember. But I rather see you in a peachy mood instead of poopie one."
"You don't believe me…?" Fenris asked as his back stiffened from Aragorn's statement. To him, it seemed slightly mocking, but the elf really hadn't taken any offense—just an actual surprise. "What did you think that Magister in Tevinter was having me do when I stayed there?"
"You weren't tortured to the point of forcefully admitting your soul's acceptance to the Dragon God Dumat in order to be killed and have your soul extracted into a soul gem?" Lasher asked in a quickened explained-train of words that slightly unhinged Fenris a little.
"No… My body is too valuable for such a waste… or so I was told." Fenris answered.
Lasher cringed a little from the choice of words and shook his head. "That sounds a bit promiscuous…."
"I'm surprised you even know what that word means…" Fenris scoffed with a roll of his eyes and stepped away from them to head downstairs.
Lasher narrowed his eyes for a moment briefly and later his jaw had slightly started to drop in disgust. He pointed at him with the grotesque accusing thought that started to arise in his mind. (After all, Lasher was highly prejudice against elves anyway…) "You was a sex slave! …To the Magister…?"
"To the 'wife' of that Magister, yes." Fenris corrected once he was about halfway down the steps. "Magisters everywhere clearly have intimacy issues. Now that, that dirty laundry's aired out—let's distract ourselves by trying to find Leliana…"
Aragorn arched a brow to Fenris' sudden statement of his body being too valuable. That he looked over the elf's body, of what was reveled and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't see what's so special. I think my body is much more appealing than yours." Though Aragorn knew of why his body was such a hefty price, especially to mages. He couldn't help but through once in a while jokes every time Fenris left the door wide open for him.
"Now do I have to lock you two in a closet together, so you two stop calling each other names and don't question the others wits?" Aragorn asked as he walked slowly behind the elf down the staircase, which had been stopped abruptly by Lashers 'sex slave' comment. It was one thing he hadn't heard of in a very long time. But he knew they existed all over, obviously; as everyone needed to release, at some point. But Fenris, being one had thrown the Warden completely off guard.
"Are you serious?" He began to question, as he noticed the other had trailed further ahead, causing him to sprint towards them until he was once again near their sides. "You of all people… A sex slave. So that's why Alex was so set to have you back… Odd. But okay."
Putting his mind on track Aragorn had nodded next to Fenris' thought of finding Leliana, after all it probably was the best thing to do. The first place obviously would be the tavern, second he guessed she would stumble to Anders old clinic, from there he doubted she would have went to the Chantry due to her ways of leaving so suddenly. But otherwise they did need to search for her, as he really didn't want to confront an irate Anders of how they lost her. "Let's go then." He responded as he neared the door to exit promptly. "Tavern first, then Darktown, that's where Anders old clinic is right?"
"Yes, but I don't know if he'll be there…" Fenris admitted to the question lastly. "A lot's changed over the years."
"Just…answer me one other thing, and I'll drop the conversation." Lasher stated, still having his mind unforgivably locked around Fenris being a previous sex slave. "Was she a knife ear too?"
"No." Fenris smiled almost menacingly to him after looking over his shoulder. "She was a beautiful blonde 'shemlin,' and –boy—could those hips move."
"Oh, that's disgusting-you're disgusting…" Lasher repeated with an obvious moment of continued grotesque expressions.
Satisfied with grossing Lasher's prejudice even more, Fenris chuckled some and continued on their path leading to the tavern. Entering the Hanged Man, the group had looked around the main floor before lastly climbing the steps up to the second floor in search of Varric. Fenris knew that he stayed there; usually him and Isabela, but it was odd to Fenris that he hadn't seen the pirate yet. If Tempest was lurking around in Kirkwall, he would have figured that Isabela would have been too.
"And so I said, 'no, that's a floatation device.'" Anders voice spoke up, followed by Varric's obvious snickering.
"Now that one I haven't heard before. You never got drunk around me. It's not fair." Varric laughed.
Fenris grumbled marching through the door and opened it to find Anders talking to Varric across his long stone-table. The two turned abruptly to see the elf walking in, followed shortly by the other two he was currently guiding.
Aragorn was just getting as sickened as Lasher from hearing of Fenris' sex life. After all when was the last time he had done the 'deed' he knew now he had to watch the elf closely to make sure he wouldn't get some kind of evil pay back and purposely pay some whore behind his back when he was drunk. He didn't want to go through the rather "fun" process of all the balms afterwards.
"Any who!" Aragorn shouted to grab both the males attention. "Remind me to look up this Tevinter's mages wife if we go back, if she's as good as you say I'd love to try her out." He teased with a peaking eye as the other stayed closed in his taunt. Going back to the Leliana ordeal though had brought him to raise his shoulders along with his hands as he shook his head. "Well she was drunk… So you never know. She might of went there looking for him?"
When the trio had finally come to the tavern Aragorn firstly went to the barkeep, which he right off noticed was the one from the night before. Asking of Leliana, was a failed attempt. As he hadn't seen her since the time she left. So she must have been with Anders right? Following Fenris, Aragorn halted behind from hearing the words from behind the door spill out. It was Anders. He wasn't sure to be uplifted or terrified, if Leliana wasn't behind that door with him he would eventually have to explain why she wasn't with them either.
As the door opened he looked to Varric in his confession of not seeing Anders drunk before. That he let out a short chuckle as he walked in, and closed the door quickly behind him after the others had made their way through. "Trust me you don't want to see him drunk. Never give that man whiskey either; such a light weight." His eyes had never met Anders nor Varric in his statement of the mage, as he scanned the small room in search for the rouge. "So she's not with you either?" He whispered lightly under his breath as his attention was brought to the side nooks of the room.
"I'd imagine so, after hearing him kissing an ogre." Varric started to laugh from the mentioning of Anders being a lightweight.
The statement might have been true enough, but it wasn't something Anders wanted flaunting about loosely. He shook his hands up in the air carelessly and laughed a little to the statement. "I'm not sure if Aragorn's heard of that, nor needs to."
"Oh, come on, Blondie. Where's your sense of fun?" Varric teased and glanced back towards the others who were at the moment seeming to have been searching his abode for someone.
Hearing the small exchange from Aragorn's lips had quickly brought Anders's attention to him. He barely head it, since the tone was small in volume, but it didn't take much for Anders to guess at their reasons for poking around. "What is it? Hawke's not sending you an errand already is she?"
"No—" Fenris started to answer but couldn't finish due to the quick interruption.
"Then what is it? You didn't lose Leliana, did you?" Anders asked, and quickly found the heart of the matter from the silence that followed.
His eyes widened from the realization, and it seemed as if within split seconds, he was expressing all of the rounded-expressions he had within that moment of shock. After all, how difficult was it to keep out of plain sight and to stay hidden from the templars? Had she have much of a freedom to be wary of them in this city? Anders wasn't certain, because while she wasn't a mage—and clearly safe from Naomi's reign—there was still the Starkhaven templars that dwelled here too. If Anders didn't know any better, he would have guessed that Sebastian would have wanted her. Though the real question to it would have been why…
Aragorn glanced over his shoulder in his search as Fenris said the word no. That it had immediately caused him to scoff under his breath. "Me.. Heh… Lose… Leliana?" A nervous chuckle then slipped through his lips which had been quickly cut short from seeing the mage expression change in the matter of seconds. Okay… He thought to himself… As long as he doesn't get mad were okay! He finished in his thought.
He drew up the courage to walk up to the mage, and give a quick and gentle pat on the shoulder. It looked as if he were the one to be put on the spotlight to tell the mage of what happened. And it wasn't even his fault for Makers sake! Damn Fenris was the last to leave after all. "Err… Anders buddy!" He began to speak in a rather acted out happily toned voice. "I wouldn't call her missing per-say. Don't they give you a 24 hour wait time before then?" He began to question trying to find a loop hole through this whole mess.
But it seemed short lived as Aragorn had begun pointing fingers at everyone but himself. "Its all Fenris fault! He was the last one to leave here tonight, and he left her with the dwarf. So yeah we lost her. But it's totally not my fault… … Its yours too for leaving her with us."
"Me? Commander, you were the one in charge of everything!" Anders spazzed some after having the blame pointed towards himself.
"Well, if you had just taken her along with you in the first place none of this would have happened." Fenris argued quickly to defend at least Aragorn's last statement.
"If I took her along, I couldn't ensure that she would have even been protected—" Anders retoreted back and then pointed to Lasher. "You! You were suppose to be protecting her."
"Hey, I told you I was on borrowed time. I take no responsibility over any of this." Lasher shrugged back carelessly.
"I'm glad I'm not the one you're having to look after." Varric added though he was looking towards Lasher's 'oh-so-caring' attitude of the situation. He then tilted his head towards Anders. "Look, maybe I can help. A templar had escorted her out to meet with Sebastian—"
"Oh, Maker no…" Anders suddenly felt dizzy, leaning back against his chair and falling into it.
"I thought she would have been protected." Varric shrugged in his defense, "It was to my understanding that the Viscount was helping the Hero and the Nightingale was after all partnered with him—"
"Sebastian's bound to know of her rescuing me, which cost him a few of his Templars, Varric." Anders groaned.
Varric paused for a moment and then pointed at him with caution. "You see, now that part, I didn't know."
"They were going to chop my head off if she hadn't intervened when she did." Anders moped. "Damn… As bad as this gets, I start to wish she had just stayed out of it…"
"Rightly so." Fenris 'goated' more towards Anders's mopings, mostly because he had the freedom to do so.
"So, what does this mean for all the bodies I've caused…?" Lasher asked as he pondered out loud. "Am I a target now too?"
Fenris's eyebrows twitched some in annoyance. "What bodies?"
"An army came in last night, and I had to deal with it… single handedly." Lasher boasted and then took offense from the glaring that Fenris was giving him. "Oh, you didn't notice a thing. Don't give me that look. They're all shoved in the broom closet."
Fenris growled and reached up as if he was going to choke him. "I'm going to hold you under a lake until the bubbles stop…!"
"Uh… Broody?" Varric started to question and poked him, but he didn't grasp his attention.
"What am I suppose to tell the Guard Captain when she's searching for these people?" Fenris questioned rather angrily.
Lasher shrugged carelessly and glanced away. "Shit if I know… It was self defense!"
Aragorn slunked his head down upon hearing Anders statement of him being in charge of everything, but right after a comeback came to his mind, it began to push through his lips all the same time. "We'll she's your woman. You were bold enough to swoop in in my absence so she's your problem now. Not mine." He finished with a nod of his head.
His hues when to Lasher upon hearing he was her bodyguard, of all people… This was just causing a large headache for him. But when Anders began to explain Leliana had slayed Templars, of all things for Anders sake had brought the Warden to shift his gaze upward and look in amazement in what he just heard. "And just how long had she known you prior to doing this?" He question, but shook the thought. "Still amazes me she freed you; though she could always see the good in people."
He really didn't mind Lashers confession about the knights they happened to stash away the night before. His mind was more so on the task at hand. And watching Anders crumble like a cookie was a rare sight in some cases, especially over a woman as this would have been his first time after all seeing the mage show such affection without guarded walls up, blocking view.
"Be thankful she's in your life now, if she still lives. I have no clue what Sebastian would want with her, to draw you in I suppose?" He questioned with a point towards the mage. "If you want I can try my luck in freeing her; by speaking to him. If that doesn't work then we just have to get our hands dirty."
Looking to Fenris and Lasher lastly, he sighed at their bickering and pointed towards the elf and Lasher. "You two quit your bickering I'm not going to be watching over to overgrown children during this wonderful saving expedition. Let's worry about the knights at a later time I'm sure if we talk real nice the Guard Captain they will understand… Right now we have to find blondies other half before he explodes." He teased, lightly upon looking back to the mage.
Anders had jolted slightly from Aragorn's almost nonchalant manner when explaining the outcomes of Leliana's fate by then. It only made him more urgent for her to have been found, which probably had been the Commander's intention all along. Still, he felt of it being a tad bit cruel to do.
"He's not a man to be taken lightly." Anders informed when their path had seemed to be set clear. He frowned some, but at least pulled his head up from moping half as much. "Sebastian has influential power and wealth."
"Since he hates your guts, I wouldn't suggest you tagging along for this, either." Varric sighed some and folded his arms.
"Believe me, I know." Anders retorted rather flatly.
Fenris turned away and started to pace some. They needed a plan before they acted, since they were going up against an army—especially if Sebastian would have refused their first initial request. "So, what do we do? He's already agreed to give the King of Ferelden the support he needs; so we don't want to piss him off or else he may go back on his word."
"I may can try to reason with him." Varric shrugged and looked up towards him. "If all other delicate conversations fail, we could ask Hawke to—"
"No. Varric, don't you dare." Anders argued stubbornly. "We're not involving that woman into anything initially tied to me."
"She's already 'initially tied' to you, Blondie. Or have you forgotten the past six years already?" Varric scoffed and stood up from his chair. Though from seeing the slight glare Anders was giving him, the dwarf decided not to push the suggestion any further. "Alright… So, your affection stops at her doorstep then. Fine. We'll make-do some other way."
"Let's just hope he can be convinced to release Leliana before that." Fenris mentioned and turned away to head for the door.
Aragorn started to shake his head. Not caring if Sebastian was as stubborn as a mule. He, no they had to find Leliana. When he was captured with Alistair, of all people none the less, he remembered it all too well and thinking of Leliana in such a predicament brought fault to stir in his mind. One reason as to how he would never, ever hear the end of it from her being in such a dire place. Leliana was a girly girl not one to be stashed away in a dungeon. If that's where he held her that was.
"Ugh I could careless what Sebastian thinks. He could fight me all day and night long, I will get that woman back." He reassured. "Before going to the extreme of having to slice away at every limb, until he caved." With a nod he looked to Anders hearing the mage wasn't going to tag along, it was probably for the best. Right now. But afterwards he was determined to drop the rouge off on him so he could deal with her constant bickering. "Fine as long as you take her from there on."
Turning a shoulder Aragorn began to pace alongside Fenris to exit the door, but his ears caught Hawke's name. Causing him to halt and look over his shoulder to the mage as a sly smirk appeared upon his lips. "Awe don't want your past lover to help I take it?" He teased before turning his gaze towards the dwarf. "I rather not ask for her help. We've pestered her too much actually."
Going back to the army comment Fenris had made Aragorn had to put that into thought, it was true the least he needed was to lose troops due to choosing one woman over an army. "As for the army." He began to whisper. "Alistair will hate me… But I refuse to allow that man live if he even touched a single hair on her body. Or refuses to let her go." He turned his optics towards the elf as he spoke this, knowing he followed the way of Templars more so than that of mages due to his rough past. "And I don't care who stands in my way." He finished bluntly, and shook his head as his eyes fixated to the ground as he picked up his pace and stalked out the door, towards the exit.
Reaching the Viscount's office, Fenris was feeling the back of his neck wanting to sweat. Across from them was Aveline's quarters, to the center was where the Viscount was stationed to address the people, and to the left was the Viscount's private office. From what he was told before, the citizen's jail was locked farther down beneath them and it was heavily guarded. It was refurnished this way because Naomi insisted that the Gallows should be strictly held for mages dabbling in the dark arts. It was her method to safely control them from using weak minded individuals to do their bidding. The building itself was swarming with people of the City Guard and Starkhaven Templars alike. So, the very image of it all was leaving him to remain a tad nervous.
"I don't like this… There's too many people here for us to think about going crazy." Fenris stated openly towards the others. "Have we even thought of a plan yet?"
"We go in. We bust Birdie out." Varric answered.
"Anything a bit more elaborate?" Fenris asked him in a quick annoyed tone.
"What do I look like? The brains of this operation?" The dwarf shrugged some as innocently as he could, but there was a guilty smirk still on his face.
"I was hoping someone had an idea by now…" The elf grumbled back but rolled his eyes.
"Near the corner behind the bookcase there's a trap door leading to the dungeon." Lasher spoke urgently and tapped slightly at Fenris's shoulder to reclaim his attention.
The elf turned slightly to look at him in suspicion. "And how do you know that?"
"The nose knows." Lasher beamed back with a devious smirk that made Fenris's stomach want to churn.
"Like I said. Just let me talk to him and then we'll bust in if that doesn't work." Varric reassured again for the hundredth time.
Fenris shook his head as he started to follow him. "You had better have a plan…"