Sep 22, 2019 3:07 PM
Zevran rescues a Sarah
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"M'not hungry. The Crows. What exactly is their trade?"

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The only response Devera gets is a soft huff of breath. Elezi has succumbed to her exhaustion. 

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She sighs and shuffles off the bed.

Can she hear anyone else up and about?

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A few, but most will either be cleaning up and preparing to go to bed themselves. 

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She can be silent and unseen.

So she slips out of the room and tries to trace her way back to the front door.

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It’s not difficult, the layout is simple. A well-lit hallway leads to the open front door, morning light shining beyond. 

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...she quickly steps outside and, with her head down, walks away from the brothel.

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No one notices her leave. 

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Two days later, Zevran and Wildling walk back into the brothel district, both sans Crow armour. 

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Wildling is wearing a collection of scraps of fabric that she calls a dress, despite the fact it covers very little. She bounces beside Zevran. 

“I’m excited to meet the woman who’s going to be the reason the Crows kill you.”

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“Well, that’s a cheery thought.” 

He’s excited too, he’s missed Devera, as strange as that thought is. 

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Wildling smirks at his look. “You’re like a lost puppy. It’s pathetic. You’ve known her three days, and within that only-“ 

She cuts herself off upon catching sight of the brothel, groaning in physical pain. “Hernando, what the ever loving fuck are you wearing?”

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Hernando pouts. “Templar armour?”

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“What sane person would pay your exorbitant fee and only get the world’s slowest strip tease?”

Wildling peels away from Zevran to continue mocking a now very red-faced Hernando, who is giving back as good as he gets. 

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Zevran laughs at the bickering, but his smile slips away when he catches sight of Bea rushing towards him, terror on her face. His first thought is that the demon in Devera did something, but the lack of Templars (fake ones notwithstanding) proves that isn’t right. His second thought is that something happened to her, and his heart drops at the idea. 

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“Bea, what’s wrong?” He calls to her once she’s close enough. 

Bea rushes to him, grabbing his shoulders, her face the picture of regret. “Zevran, I am so sorry, I wanted to send word but I was worried it would tip off the Hunters, and-” 

“Bea, what happened?” He says firmly. 

Bea’s lower lip wobbles. “She ran, two days ago. We haven’t seen her since. Zevran, I am so sorry.”

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Wildling looks over to Zevran, breaking off her words mid sentence. Her heart is racing in her chest, and she didn’t even know Devera yet. 

By the look on Zevran’s face, he’s thinking the same thing, and if she were a nurturing sort, she would hold him until he didn’t have to try and hide that panic and fear. 

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“Where did she go?”

Bea shakes her head. “No one saw her. We’ve got no idea. I don’t understand why she would run.”

Zevran looks back to Wildling. 

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“On it.”

She charges inside the brothel, yelling at everyone even slightly near her to “bring me ANYTHING SHE TOUCHED!”

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Bea’s lip wobbles again. “I’m so sorry, Zevran. I thought perhaps she’d gone for a stroll-“

Zevran is quick to cut that off. “No, no, Bea, it’s all right. I shouldn’t have left her for so long, but I had to be sure the hunters were dead or gone.”

-had to make sure the Crows believed she was dead. 

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There is a chorus of bangs, crashes, and then Wildling’s head appears out of an upstairs window. “We’re in luck, get up here!”

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Zevran does so, heading inside and up, and heading into the room Wildling is leaning out of, Bea hurrying behind him. 

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Wildling shuts the door behind Zevran, directly in Bea’s face. 

“Sit,” she directs Zevran, pointing at the bed. Devera’s clothes are laid out on it. 

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Zevran sits, frowning at the clothes. “You have a plan?”

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Wildling kneels on the bed, on the other side of the clothes. She scoffs. “Always. It’s like you don’t know me.”

She holds her hand above a large bloodstain, and drop by drop the blood seperates from the fabric, floating up to orbit around Wildling’s hand. 

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