The group looked up as Siara returned later that day, unaccompanied. She looked incredibly unimpressed about something, but she wasn't about to say what.

"Where were you?" Varric asked, watching as Siara flopped down on the ground next to them. The search for the day had ended not too long ago, and everyone had elected to set up camp just outside the town. They didn't want to make the townsfolk too uncomfortable, realising that they weren't exactly receiving the warmest of welcomes.

"I was getting us a lead," Siara explained. "Hopefully we'll have some word on Dedrick's location sometime tomorrow."

"And how do you know we can trust this 'lead'?" one of Cullen's men asked, apparently having overheard the conversation. Siara looked around at him with her eyebrow raised, pausing until he shifted uncomfortably before she replied.

"The source is someone that your dear commander would trust with his life," she said. "That is all I will say on the matter."

"The commander?"

"Do I need to repeat myself? I said, that is all I will say on the matter. You would be wise to shut your mouth and not pry any further. Now shoo."

Her friends watched as the poor lad scurried away, Siara glancing around and noticing the wineskin nearby.

"Anyone drinking that?" she asked, pointing to it.

"Be my guest," Dorian passed it over to her, Siara uncorking it and tipping it back. She was thankful for the distraction, enjoying the tart taste of some variety of red wine. It wasn't her favourite, but the feeling of warmth growing in her throat was a good start to a distraction from the deal she had made with Mia. How was she even going to begin a conversation with Cullen about his addiction? She wasn't a people person, and she certainly wasn't trained to help with whatever this was.

She shook her head, annoyed at herself, and took another swig. Everyone shared looks, but they didn't say anything for a moment. Varric was the first one to break the silence.

"You might want to go a bit easier on that, Spooks."

"Eh. It's fine," Siara shrugged, offering the wineskin back to Dorian. "I just need to take the edge off. I'm going to head to bed soon, anyway. With any luck, tomorrow I'll have a mayor's arse to kick."

Dorian hesitantly accepted the wineskin back as Siara smiled, relishing in the thought of being able to make Dedrick feel the fear that he forced upon the refugees he sentenced to die in those caves. At least, she hoped, even prayed, that she would get that opportunity before anyone could stop her.

Mia appeared at the edge of the camp the next day a bit before noon, pausing while watching the Inquisition members milling around the place. Some of them had gone out to continue the search for Dedrick, but Siara and her friends were among the few that elected to remain at camp for the day.

Siara was the first to take any notice of Mia, standing up and crossing over to her. She got a couple of looks as she went, but she ignored them. At this point she was used to people looking at her funny. A few of the people milling around the place also looked at Mia, a couple of them seeming to briefly contemplate walking over to talk with her, but changing their minds when they saw Siara heading in her direction.

"I take it you've got something?" she asked. Mia nodded.

"Yes. Some of my friends said they heard about a stranger fitting Dedrick's description staying at one of the farms on the outskirts of town. I can take you there."

"You can just give me directions."

"I could," Mia agreed, "but something tells me it's better if someone is there to stop you going too far."

A small smile tugged at the corner of Siara's mouth. Mia was a clever woman, she had to admit it. It didn't particularly surprise her, considering the position her younger brother held within the ranks of the Inquisition, but she was mildly impressed nonetheless. And slightly amused.

"Don't worry," she said. "I've already assured my boss that I won't kill the man. I think the limit he gave me was 'a few bruises'."

She looked around to where Dorian, Varric, Solas, and Ser Barris were waiting. She held up a hand and motioned for them to join her, turning back to Mia without even waiting to see if her friends were coming.

"I hope you're all right with a few more people joining us."

"Of course I am," Mia nodded. "The more the merrier."

"And the less likely I am to beat Dedrick to a pulp?"

"I didn't say that."

"Yeah, but you have every right to be thinking it," Siara grinned, Varric stopping next to her. His eyes narrowed slightly as he regarded Mia, as though he were trying to place her.

"I take it this is your source," he said, replacing the small frown with a warm, welcoming smile.

"Yup. Everyone, meet Mia Rutherford. Yes, you heard me. She's the commander's older sister," Siara introduced, then started motioning to each of her comrades. "Mia, meet Dorian Pavus, Varric Tethras, Solas, and…" she leaned her head to the side, regarding Barris for a moment. "You know, I don't think I know your first name."

Barris smiled, a small chuckle escaping him.

"Ser Delrin Barris," he introduced. "It's a pleasure."

"Pleasure is all mine," Mia smiled back.

"Delrin?" Siara pulled a slight face, regarding him closely. "You don't look much like a 'Delrin'."

"What exactly am I supposed to look like?" Barris asked, amused.

Siara just shrugged.

"We had better get moving," Mia interrupted. "There's a good chance your quarry has already received word that the Inquisition is searching for him."

"And we can't be letting the bastard escape a second time, now can we?" Dorian said, all too cheerfully. "Lead on then."

Varric grabbed Siara's wrist as everyone started following Mia, holding her back a moment. Siara heaved a sigh, but didn't show any irritation otherwise, turning to face him.

"Are you going to give me a lecture, Papa Varric?" she asked, only slightly sarcastically. "I've already promised Commander Rutherford that I won't hurt Dedrick too much."

"Just making sure, Spooks," Varric released her wrist. "I know what you can be like about stretching your words."

"He'll be in one piece."

"Yeah, but tenderised meat is in one piece."

"Ah, you see right through me," Siara smirked. "If it really bothers you so much, I'll restrain myself and only give him a couple of black eyes and a broken nose, how does that sound?"

"Leave out the broken nose, and I won't intervene," Varric agreed. "But call me 'Papa Varric' again, and you'll find you're the one with the broken nose. Again."

Siara grinned, the two of them slowly moving to catch up with the rest of the group.

Mia stayed back while Dorian and Barris went and knocked on the front door. Varric, Siara, and Solas moved around the rest of the farmhouse, keeping an eye out for any other entrance. There was only one other door, which Varric elected to watch, while Siara and Solas each took windows on either side of the farmhouse. It wasn't exactly a small house, but it wasn't anything too large or fancy, either. There were some druffalo nearby, happily chewing on grass and going about their days, but they didn't pay the newcomers much attention.

Ser Barris took the lead, knocking on the door once enough time had passed that everyone would be in position. The theory was that templars were still at least somewhat respected in most places, so perhaps the people inside would be more likely to cooperate if they saw a templar knocking on the door. Siara could hear the door open and a few words being spoken, but she didn't pay enough attention to what was being said. She needed to pay attention to what was going on inside the house, watching as a shadow passed by the window towards the back door. Someone was on the move, and Siara was suspicious that she knew who.

She started moving towards the back of the house, following the shadow as closely as she could. The back door opened, and Varric spoke.

"Hello, Mayor," he said. "Having a nice day?"

Siara stepped out, seeing Varric holding Bianca up, a bolt loaded and pointing towards the door of the house. Standing there, a tired look on his face, hands held up slightly in surrender, was Dedrick. She walked forward, stopping beside Varric.

"You're lucky you chose this exit, Dedrick. The window would've gotten you an arse kicking."

Dedrick sighed, shaking his head.

"I did what I had to," he said. "I did what was best for the town."

"I don't care," Siara growled. "You're going to face the Inquisition's justice. Be glad that I'm under orders you need to arrive at Skyhold in one piece."

"I was only doing what I had to to keep my people safe!"

"Hey, Varric, do me a favour?"

"What is it, Spooks?"

"Shoot him in the knee."

Varric looked up at Siara, almost exasperated, shaking his head slightly. Siara didn't take her eyes off Dedrick, who was now going slightly white.

"I'm not going to do that."

"Better you do it than I try," Siara glanced down at him, now speaking as if she didn't have a care in the world. "I just want him to have a taste of the fear and pain he inflicted upon those innocents," she looked back at Dedrick with cold eyes. "Those children."

Dedrick shook his head, taking half a step back, and Siara smiled slightly. She may not be able to physically hurt the guy, but at least she'd managed to instil some of the fear he had inflicted upon those that had gone to him for refuge. She stepped forward and grabbed Dedrick's hand before he could run, twisting it around behind his back and forcing him to his knees. She leaned forward, her mouth next to his ear.

"Thank the Maker that it's not me deciding your fate," she whispered, then stood up, waiting for someone to take over keeping Dedrick detained.