"So does anyone actually have a plan for finding this bastard?" Siara asked, scanning the small number of people milling about in the town they found themselves at. According to the messages they had been receiving, this was the last place Dedrick had been sighted. It annoyed Siara that he was just continuing on with his life, hanging out with a bunch of people who had no clue as to who he was, living life as if nothing had changed. She knew he felt at least some amount of guilt about what he did, but she didn't believe he felt anywhere near enough. She wanted to make sure he faced what he did, and wanted him to have to face it every day for the rest of his miserable life. As long or short as that might end up being. If she had anything to say about it, it would be a short life. But she, regrettably, had made a promise to Cullen that Dedrick would return to Skyhold alive, even if he might not be in one piece. Surely no one would be upset if he was missing his hands?

"We split up to cover more ground," one of Cullen's soldiers, a man called Bennik, said. "Blade, you, Varric, Dorian, and Ser Barris form one group and go door to door asking if anyone has seen a man matching Gregory Dedrick's description. Start towards the east end of the town."

Siara raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed at being given orders, but she glanced at the others and shrugged. Solas was the last one of her friends that she looked at, a small frown on her face. She didn't really want to be split up from him, just in case something went wrong with her powers. He was the only one here who knew about them, so she at least somewhat trusted him to be able to step in to prevent things from going wrong. Sure, she trusted Dorian and Barris to be able to do something, too, but Solas at least had the heads up that there was something that could go wrong in the first place.

Solas seemed to be thinking at least somewhat along the same lines, but he smiled at her and nodded.

"See you soon," he said, being partnered off with another templar and a couple of soldiers that Siara didn't really know.

Siara turned to the rest of her companions, motioning to the street heading to the east end of the village.

"Shall we?" she asked, already starting to walk in that direction. Varric, Dorian, and Barris weren't too far behind her.

"Are you sure you should be leading the charge, Spooks?" Varric asked her. "After all, you have threatened to kill the guy and you're not exactly the most friendly of people."

"Hey, just because I'm in front doesn't mean I'm going to be the one knocking on doors and politely asking for information," Siara looked down at Varric, mildly amused. "I thought you knew me better than that. I'm expecting you or Barris to do it while Dorian and I stand back and tell each other inappropriate jokes."

"I like this plan," Dorian grinned. Varric sighed, shaking his head at Siara's grin. She wasn't being entirely serious, and they all knew it. However, she was telling the truth about her not knocking on doors and talking to people. She still didn't feel in the right headspace to be attempting to be polite regarding someone who murdered who knew how many refugees.

It was a nice enough day, the late afternoon sun shining. There were a few clouds in the sky, a gentle wind blowing from the north-east, bringing with it the scent of soil and animals from the nearby farms. The town wasn't very big, but it definitely wasn't small enough to be called a village. There were enough people walking about in the streets that the group would be able to stop every now and then to ask if anyone had seen a man fitting Dedrick's description, but not so many that it was difficult to stop people to talk to them or that they were stopping every five minutes. People milled about in the market place where vendors sold their various wares, looking for fruit, vegetables, and different crafted items. From where Siara was she could see smithy and a fletcher next to it, a carpenter's building not far away. There didn't seem anything particularly special about this town. Most of the people around the place didn't seem any worse off than anywhere else, and there was the occasional dog sniffing around for scraps.

They spent most of the day knocking on doors and stopping people in the streets to question them. It hadn't taken them too long to reach the edge of the town, working their way slowly back to the town centre where the market was. Siara found herself just watching people as they made their way through the streets, Barris and Varric leading the search for Dedrick. Dorian was happily chatting away, and had been most of the day, but Siara found herself unable to pay too much attention to him. She would occasionally have a comment on what he was saying, but mostly she just stayed quiet and kept an eye out in case for some strange reason the former mayor of Crestwood was just walking around in the street.

Varric and Barris were across the street from Siara and Dorian, having left them to ask a small group of townsfolk about Dedrick. They had left Siara and Dorian off to the side of the road, keeping an eye out in case they got lucky and could spy their quarry somewhere. It was while they were idly looking around at the various people milling around the market that Siara spotted someone that caused her to pause, watching closely. A woman, possibly in her mid thirties, was walking around looking at the various vegetables. She had a basket hanging over one of her arms to hold her choice of vegetables, checking each one before either putting them back or gently placing them in the basket, conversing with the stall keeper all the while. Siara frowned slightly, leaning her head to the side.

"Hey, Dorian," she pointed at the woman, "does she look sort of familiar to you?"

Dorian looked where Siara was pointing, taking a moment to regard the woman. His forehead creased ever so slightly as he contemplated her.

"Possibly," he said. "I don't know where from, though."

"If I can get a closer look, I might be able to tell you," Siara muttered, once more wishing that Jacen was still around. Siara might have been partially blind in one eye, but Jacen seemed to have taken the eyesight that she had lost. He had always had incredible eyesight.

A pang of pain shot through her at the thought of her brother, but she did her best to ignore it. Instead she did her best to concentrate on the woman, glancing around to make sure that the route to her was clear. Dorian reached out and grabbed her by the arm, making her pause and look around at him.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Siara raised an eyebrow and him.

"Uh, I'm going to go talk to her?" she motioned to the woman with her thumb. "What do you think I'm going to do, ask her out on a date?"

"See, with you it's always hard to tell," Dorian half smiled, shaking his head. "Shouldn't we wait for Varric and Ser Barris to get back?"

"She might be gone by then. Don't worry, I won't take long."

"That's not what I'm concerned about."

Siara rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly, an almost amused smile on her face.

"Don't worry, I won't bite her either. I just want to talk to her."

Dorian let go of Siara. She paused for a moment, glancing around to once again check that she wouldn't bump into anyone and to make sure that the woman was in the same place.

The woman was ever so slightly on the taller side with golden hair tied up in a neat bun, small ringlets framing her face. As Siara approached she could make out that the woman had a faint scattering of freckles on her face, but it was her eyes that had Siara thinking that her suspicions might be correct.

"Excuse me," she said as she approached, the woman looking around at her in polite surprise. "My name is Siara. I'm… well, I'm sort of with the Inquisition. This might sound a bit out there, but you wouldn't happen to know Cullen Rutherford, would you?"

The woman almost sighed, a small, tired frown appearing on her face.

"Only a little," she said. "He's my brother."