~*Lowtown Bazaar*~

Hawke had waded through the crowded streets of Lowtown's Bazaar. He was looking for the man Arianni described, or her boy. Hawke had asked and pointed in the right direction; soon found the stall the Antivan ran, red hair, pleasant to look at, charming. He stood surrounded by trinkets enticing customers to view his wares.

Even several feet away, Hawke could see the man flirting with the female passerby, cradling a golden bracelet, sliding them on delicate wrists, securing his coin.

Lineatus came to the stall, looking at the items neatly placed on the tables.

"Is there anything that has caught your eye? These are the finest imports from my home of Antiva. Something for your wife or lover perhaps, maybe both?" The man smiled.

"Ah, no thank you. I am here looking for your son… Feynriel?"

"Son? I am sorry, I have never had the privilege. My poor wife is in Antiva; she cannot see me often during my travels."

Lineatus thought about this; obviously this man was a cheat, his brazen attitude a little too brazen, like he was covering for something. "I just wish to help. I mean no harm to him if this is your worry, serah." he stated earnestly.

Vincento snorted. "Hard to tell in this city who means who harm, no?" He turned to smile at another young woman.

Hawke recognized that tone; this man's son is a mage. There would be no telling if harm would come to his son upon a stranger's word. Lineatus, for a moment, forgot he himself is risking the Templar's wrath.
Coming on the other side of the stall, just shoulder to shoulder with the Antivan merchant, his back to the crowd, showed his word to be genuine, a flick of his wrist; flame danced on his fingertips. "I am no Templar, serah. You will find no better friend to a young, scared mage."

Looking Vincento in the eyes, seeing the man look down and back up at him. Just a wave of his hand again, the flame just as quickly vanished. His eyes widened briefly, nothing false in what he just witnessed. With a subtle nod, Vincento agreed to help, with what he knew he told Hawke that he had sent his boy to a Templar by the name of Samson. He stated, " Samson could only be found at sundown near Darktown."

Just then, Varric came standing beside Hawke. "Darktown, huh?"

"Thank you, serah. I'll look into it." A curt nod, Hawke turned to visit his mother; it was still early to even look for the Templar. "A missing mage, he ran from home, something about him being a danger to the city. Dreams of demons talking to him, nightmares, his mother said." Lineatus corrected himself as he filled Varric in on the details of his need to go to Darktown.

~*Gamlen's, Lowtown*~

Hawke had gone to his uncle's home excited to see his sister and mother, only to find that his mother and sister, even Carver, were not in the dwelling. He conducted a curious search. No note on the writing desk; worry held as when he stepped from the home, his uncle came up shortly after.

"Uncle, where is everyone? Has something happen?"

"Nothing happened, they've been with someone named Swift-somebody or other." Gamlen grumbled as he brushed past his nephew.

Lineatus asked as he breathed a sigh of relief. "I am going to the Swiftleaf's manor. Do you care to join?"

Varric nodded once. "The Lord owes me a drink."

"How?" Lineatus asked, confused, watching Varric walk ahead of him.

~*Swiftleaf Manor, Hightown*~

When the pair arrived on the doorstep, Hawke knocked once, then a second, a tall man in a blue and green robe, answered with a quirk of his eyebrow.

His demeanor caused Hawke to check the heraldry on the wall again. "Ruroni and Tenkou?"

A jerk of the man's white head invited the duo in. The house was buzzing; the twins were running around chatting, that Hawke and Varric could hear. Upon further entry, he saw his mother, Carver and Bethany, at the table, along with someone else.

"Mother?" Hawke was curious now, seeing his mother and sister at the Swiftleaf's and not at Gamlen's.

Bethany called, "Brother!" Then turning her attention to an elf girl next to her.

"Lineatus, my boy..." His mother gave him kisses on his cheeks. "Where have you been? Carver said something about finding someone; have you found them?" She whispered.

Hugging the matriarch, he rubbed her back, taking her hands in his, kissing her knuckles. "No, not yet. What is all of this?"

"Oh, where did he go? Anyway, Lord Silvercloud, cousin to the Swiftleaf's, and Naline."

The man that had disappeared, his voice echoing from the stairs. "Xellexes, please. Pardon my rude behavior, girls; see to your guest, I must be off." The wizard announced, appearing on the first floor.

"We will be in contact. Thank you." The older twin called after.

"I expect nothing less, my dear. Pleasure to meet you. Be sure you place that door." Xellexes' robe flowed behind him as he hurried to a different part of the house.

"Yes, uncle."

The muffled sound of a thunderclap, the faint smell of electricity magic that tickled Hawke's nose; he is growing accustomed to the oddities of this elven family. A lovingly soft pat on his arm, his mother guided him to the table to eat and drink.

"How is everything here?" Hawke asked.

One twin said, breezing by. "Yes, we have her resting comfortably."

With the other taking a seat. "Everything well with Merrill? Does she have a place to stay?"

Hawke nodded as he nibbled on some fruits; it wasn't long before Lineatus spoke of his whereabouts earlier, his eavesdropping, that earned him a swat from his mother, telling of the missing boy and the Templar he needed to seek later in the evening. "His name is Samson. I know little, but he is sympathetic towards mages. The boy's father sent him to him; his mother wishes for him to train in the circle. He has nightmares of demons speaking with him."

The bard was interested, mentally ready to assist. "Oh, that reminds me. We forgot to tell our brother-in-law, I can come with you. I will be there and back to who I need to visit." Ruroni said, coming to the table.

"I wish to go too." Tenkou pouted.

Ruroni countered. "Who will be with Olett?"

The twins looked at each other. "Heart!" They said simultaneously, giggle with dual smiles.

Naline raised her hand, clearing her throat. "I… can hel-p."

"She saved you, after all." The wood elf twins smiled in understanding at Naline.

The hour chimed four in the evening in the Swiftleaf Manor, the curious piece the twins explained of gnomish design.

They placed a fine meal on the table. Chatter and laughter filled the house.

"We should ready ourselves." Tenkou announced as she went to dress with her sister.

Another chime as the main door of the mansion opened. "Mother Hawke?" Voice traveling throughout the first floor.

The pet name caused the older lady to chuckle. "Here dear." Getting up to greet the young Lord. "How was your day? Your sisters are home, with Lineatus and Carver." She stressed his sisters while taking Okhor's hand.

Okhor blinked, eyes searching hers with knitted brows. Her small nod. They did not tell him they had arrived. Seeing Leandra smile, he kissed her hand and bolted to the second floor, without a greeting to the others. He could feel her, felt his twin close.

"Sisters, why did you not say anything on your return?"

"We meant to surprise you; come here."

They spoke with laughter in their voices, that beautiful language. The group looked to the second floor, unsure of the conversation. But the heavy hurried steps came echoing back across the hall, downstairs and to the table, the twins coming delicately behind.

Okhor stood in front of Lineatus, his blue-green eyes filled with tears streaming down his cheeks, causing Hawke to stand. Okhor dropped to his knees. "Y-you brought her back… You b-brought my t-twin home." His voice wavered, face scrunched, overwhelmed with gratitude beyond comprehension, lowered his head sobbing.

"It was… My lord, please…" reaching to pull the young Lord to his feet.

Leandra placed a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder. Okhor sobbed harder. Joy and relief filled him. The others didn't know how he truly felt, how the twins felt, how his mother would feel. He may have told the story with Varric, the details he shared with Leandra; the tales of the Hero of Ferelden, stopping the Blight, bringing the people of Ferelden together, saving many lives, crowning a king, lost to them when she was just a babe. His sister finally came home, all of his emotions poured out.
His posture, sobs of felicity, swept them all into a loving embrace. Okhor sniffled, wiped his eyes with his sleeve; clearing his throat, he stood tall once more.
Placing a hand over his heart, his right leg back.

"What are you doing?" Lineatus asked. Lineatus soon received an answer: everyone in the Swiftleaf manor would be silenced.

"Lineatus Hawke, you have brought my sister Letty home. I, Lightbringer, Okhor Tagnik'zur Phazen Theirin Swiftleaf, am at your disposal." A grandiose bow to Lineatus.

"We shall not forget what you have done. We, Minstrel, Ruroni Lindimaitar Swiftleaf."

"Wanderer, Tenkou Vilviren Swiftleaf." They curtsied with their heads low.

Varric said with a whisper as he stood with a stunted smile. "Well, shit."

Okhor refused to take no for an answer. He even turned to the Hawke's mother, with her accepting his services. Okhor still needed to figure out his apology to Lineatus for Bethany; he chuckled as it was his brother, Alistair's same fault.

The young man went to his sister's room sitting by her side, with Naline sitting quietly watch the sleeping girl.

Downstairs, Leandra and Carver cleared the table to lessen a burden and tidy the home. They accepted the display, but it was unnecessary.

"Mother, he is a Theirin, you heard him. That makes The Hero of Ferelden Royalty too. King Maric had other children?" Carver was astounded; he could hardly believe it. Too many wondrous things have happened since befriending the Swiftleafs.

"Hush now, the Swiftleafs had done much for us. Lineatus was only returning the kindness. Come help me."

Just how much was the Hero of Ferelden favored? Leandra smiled, glad the girl was safe with her loving siblings. Setting a tray, then taking fruits and drink up for the children.

~*Darktown*~

On their way to Darktown, the streets were practically empty at the far end of Lowtown, when the sun cast its evening colors. Hawke led the way to this section of Lowtown that he had been told Templar Samson was to be.

"Brother, are you sure he is trustworthy?" Bethany asked leery, as she should be. The help from a Templar was uncommon. "It could be a trap."

Hawke nodded. "Could be. Let's see where this leads for now. I promised his mother." When Vincento suggested seeing Samson by his father and not taken to him by his father, even Hawke found it odd.

As they continued further down several flights of stairs, turns and alleyways, a plain clothed man stood leaning on the corner of a building, checking over his shoulder every five seconds.

Seeing no one else cautiously asked if this person may have known the man he needed. "Pardon, would you know of a Templar named Samson?" Hawke asked quietly.

The man turned, looking Hawke up and down with a scoff. "Ol' Vincento said someone might come sniffing around… Looking for the boy, right? Feyn-something? I'll tell you now, there's not much I can do for you."

Relief washed over the group, then turned to confusion. "Did Feynriel come to you?" Hawke asked.

Tenkou came to stand next to Lineatus. "Did you meet him?"

"Where is he? Can you take us to him?" Ruroni stood on Lineatus' other side expectantly.

Samson scratched at his chin and shook his head when he started rubbing his neck. "Afraid so, and no. Blighter was dead broke, not a silver to his name. I help one mageling for free, it's over. Word gets out; I help one soul, never get paid again." Samson rubbed his nose looking around the group.

The twins and Bethany looked at each other. "You Abandoned him!" The trio caused the men to jump back.

Samson lowered his guard. He was certain they would attack him. "I pointed him to a ship captain I know. Reiner. Sometimes he'll take on runaways. Took another apostate last week - girl I sent him. Might have gone wrong, though." He shrugged. "I heard a rumor he took the both of them captive instead."

Bethany's heart hammered; she took a step back and caught by Varric when he stumbled over him. "Sunshine, you well?"

"I have a bad feeling about this."

Varric's eyes narrowed; Bethany wanted to get Okhor. Ruroni turned, overhearing Bethany and Varric. "Hmm?"

"If he abducted the boy, there are slavers in the city."

"How do you know?" Ruroni's eyes widened. That was what Okhor meant. "I will return in a few moments." Ruroni blinked from sight.

Hawke grabbed Samson up roughly by his shirt collar. "If Feynriel's not in one piece when I find him, I'm coming after you next."