Nov 16, 2018 5:03 PM
Three grey wardens are off to kill Malak's mom
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It isn't that much farther; they pass a few more trees and go over a hill and then it's there in front of them, a three-story wooden hut improbably propped up by old, worn timbers. More dead darkspawn are strewn about the clearing.

"Well. Here we are. No smoke from the chimney, so she's probably out."

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"All righty, then."

It's easier to talk your way out of things if you try the front door first like a civilized person, so that's what she does.

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The first room is nearly empty - bookshelves along the walls have been cleared off, their contents moved into a couple of open chests in the middle of the room. An old cauldron, a couple of cots, but no signs of anyone (or anything) there right now.

Up the rickety ladder to the second floor is another story. The various shelves around this room have been emptied too, but there is little to indicate where the contents may have gone. Three humans - all still wearing the leather armor common among Ferelden's soldiers - lie dead on the ground, their faces wracked with agony; broken glass and empty flasks lie next to them. Framed by their remains is a corroded metal lockbox, unremarkable apart from its placement.

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"Homey. Tempted to try the box immediately, but the decor suggests that might not be the smartest plan ever."

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"Yeah. That's...not usually here. I don't recognize it."

She kneels down and inspects one of the bodies, stripping off the armor where it's in the way.

"Poison, I think."

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She looks at the lockbox, chews her lip, and then glances at the soldiers again to double-check whether they were still wearing gauntlets when they died.

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No gauntlets! One has a bloody hand full of broken glass.

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"Contact poison, you think? Maybe if we could get the box open without touching it?"

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"Maybe. We've got gloves. From the flasks I'd almost guess they drank it but that doesn't make much sense. But I guess if we get that thing open and it's full of vials we should not assume they're elfroot potions."

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"Noted. Here goes nothing, then."

She tries opening the box, gauntlets on.

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The box opens without a hitch. Within is a neat stack of parchment.

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"That was way too easy."

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"Yup. First guess is that she wants us to have them."

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"Or she thought we all died at Ostagar and wouldn't come looking... no, you're right, she wants us - you - to have them. Uhm."

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"Yeah." She bites her lip again. "But if she's behind the blight, why offer us a tool to defeat it? You don't need to lure people into a trap if you have a blight on your side. What's she gain, playing both sides?"

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"My best guess is that the Blight is the world's biggest distraction, but that sounds really reckless even for her. Um - unless you have some compelling reason not to we should probably grab the scrolls and run before she or the darkspawn get back, try to puzzle out what she could be up to somewhere safer?"

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"Agreed." 

She takes the scrolls and leaves.

When their party is out of sight of the hut, it occurs to her to ask where exactly they're going.

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