Jun 19, 2019 9:23 PM
Zevran rescues a Sarah
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"Woah." 

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He shakes off his amazement quickly, taking her hand once more and leading her through the labyrinth of tunnels, following the smell of brine and leather. 

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She follows him easily, but has to force herself to keep going after a certain point. So much pain -- her master trying to pull her back, to save her. It hurts. But Devera can fight it, she's used to it... she can do this.

...but she can't think clearly, so she lets herself be guided by him. Completely blind to their surroundings.

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He sees this, hears it. Feels how she needs to turn back. 

He was not kidding when he said it would be death to go back. He didn't realise it might be death taking her from there as well. 

"Not much farther. I don't make a habit of staying in dark, dank tunnels for long. Unless there is a good reason." He continues a ramble of words, hoping his voice might anchor her slightly, though he's aware it is no match for dark magic.

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It helps somewhat, gives her something else to focus on.

"What are some good reasons?"

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"Usually they end with people naked, screaming in pleasure. Or barrels of Antivan brandy. Or once, a chance to murder someone who really deserved it." The last one probably hit too close to home, but he figured violent imagery would break through a cloud of mind control better.

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It doesn't bother her.

"Are we in Antiva?"

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"You didn't know that?"

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"We move around a lot."

Plus her cage doesn't have windows.

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He catches the underlying message.

"Yes, you are in Antiva. In her finest city, in fact. Antiva City. Aptly named, as she is the crown jewel of a beautiful country."

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-- she could see it. She could see the ocean and breath free air and...

"Beautiful people too."

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“You are so very right. Never will you see such an abundance of beauty collected in one place.”

He can see light streaming from a tunnel. He heads that way. 

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She follows along and ignores the pain and the panic and the rage inside her.

"Where are we going?"

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“Somewhere safe. Where (the Crows) your enemies won‘t find you.”

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She'll be alone then.

"Why are you doing this?"

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Zevran stops near the source of the light. He doesn’t know how to answer this. Partially because he rescued on a whim, dangerous things for assassins to have. 

The other, larger part was easier. He turned to her, dropping her hand. He then stripped one of his hands of a glove, and undid part of his armour. Underneath were bruises, similar to hers. Some looked recent. 

“Mine was not done for magical reasons, but pain is pain.”

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She reaches out to him, touching his wrist and traces his bruises.

"Did you kill them?"

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“No. I am their creature. I won’t let you be hers.” 

He replaces armour and glove, and offers his hand to hers again. 

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She takes his hand.

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He closes his hand tightly over hers, just for a moment. Then he opens the way out into the early morning light of the city. 

Stretched out before them is a busy fish market, sailors hauling in fresh catches while fishwives barter furiously. The sea is beyond that, glistening in golden light. 

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The light blinds her for a few moments. But afterwards...

She stares at everything -- at the people, at the sea, at the light.

"You were right. It's beautiful."

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“I wouldn’t tell a lie about my beloved Antiva City.” He let’s her soak it in for a few seconds, but in the sunlight, he is very obvious, especially in his armour. 

“This way.” He pulls her along into a series of twisting alleyways, all in dark shadow. He knows them very well.

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Again, she follows him, lets herself be lead. Completely out of her element.

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Eventually their twisting turning path empties out into a red light district. Women and men, scantily clad, lean out of doors and windows, clearly tired from the night’s events. 

Zevran begins leading her toward a rather shabby looking one, with a man leaning on a bannister, dressed what looks like an attempt on Grey Warden armour. 

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