Na Via Lerno Victoria: Raiders of Rivain: Tales from the Captain of The Siren's Call
‘I am fierce; I am vengeful
I am restless and keen
I’ll swallow you up
I’ll take what I need
I nourish the earth
I may steal from it, too
Your breath and your heart
Your spirit and crew
For I am your life
Your death and your King’
To the true-bearing Sailor
So said the Sea
—
Fenris…
There were times when Isabela simply could not be at the Hanged Man or be dragged out in Hawke’s little rag tagged band. A woman had her own needs and not all of them were of a salacious nature. It took a lot of effort to cultivate the information that she was after and it was not something that she was going to drag the rest of them into. The last last time she had done that had nearly brought the entire city to its knees. If it had not been for Hawke… well, there was no reason for a second qunari attack she was fairly sure of that. Antivans were far more likely to simply poison you than to launch a full out assault.
But there was something almost tickling about the fact that Fenris had worried after her. Her movements were her own and while she usually took affront to any attempt to watch her there was a different flavor to this. Of the people she knew, Fenris had every reason to understand the freedom that she craved. If he preferred stability, the ability to look out the window of a decaying mansion, that was his own prerogative and he had not placed another need upon her other than the wish to see her. That could be allowed and she had only taken a final swig of her drink before making her way to High Town.
She left the sights and the smells and slipped past the easy rounds of the guard as she made her way to that particular corner of High Town. She could only imagine that his neighbors were complaining about boring things like properly values or some such. Concerns like that were for Hawke and Aveline. All Isabela had to worry about was letting herself in.
“I do hope you haven’t slipped out on me.” she called out, making her presence known to avoid any welcomes at the point of a blade.
