[h3]The Mayors House[/h3]
At Guinevere's scream- the mayor went into full attack mode- really it was quite a sight. Like all small town mayors he went to a stand by his front door and picked up the family war axe- armed himself and ran off into the house without another word. His wife, Sebille, raised her eyebrows when she passed him in the hall- but made no move to stop the man.

Outside- Farrest looked on toward the new arrival- Alixanna- and noted the worried look on her face. His mirrored hers- it was not every day that there was such a commotion in the Hart household. The ranger hoped everything was alright- although he was sure Gareth could handle it.

"Good day Alixanna. Whatever it may be- Gareth will probably have it all under control. Was there something you needed from either of us?" He quickly went over in his head all of the orders that Atlas had lined up for him to deliver- he just couldn't remember if it was either yarrow root or ginger that they needed today.

"How's your father?" He inquired just as he heard a crash upstairs. It was something glass-like. Sebille screamed- but it was a frustrated one rather than one of fear.

Upstairs, in his worry and haste to get to his daughters room, Gareth had knocked over a vase. Lavendar and lilac burst out on the floor like a can of open paint- it was over this mess that he stepped to burst into his daughters room. The war cry would've been comical- had he not been brandishing a axe over his head- but it shook the door that he almost unhinged.

Gareth had to almost squat to get into his daughters room- the doorway had not been remodeled for his size so he barely fit through it. This is what he saw- Guinevere's teary face as she peered at something in her hands and [i]Varric[/i] standing before her- very serious like.

Now when was that boy ever serious in his life? What the hells was Guin looking at- only [i]one[/i] thing would make her cry like that and that was a WEDDING RING. 

"WHAT BY ALL THE GODS AND THEIR HELLS IS GOING ON HERE?!"

Outside- at this new scream- Farrest flinched. Maybe "under control" wasn't the right choice of words. He looked on over at Aldric and half-mouthed that they should get on their way soon. They did have a doe to catch, after all.

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[h3]Thieves Landing[/h3]
Ezra's head was down as he rolled up the sleeve of his right arm. An old scar clipped his forearm- the cut from one of Marideth's daggers was clean and not all that big- but she must have tipped her daggers with something because the skin that formed was pink and weak rather than his olive skin tone. It was this groove in the skin that he was massaging as he looked back up and saw her.

[i]Oh gods there she is[/i], he thought, [i] what should I do with my face?! Uhh uh... Smile! No thats lame. Scowl? No! She'll think I'm angry. Maybe I should- Gods damn she looks so angry.. Oh by the 12 thats such a turn on.[/i] He thought frantically as he approached her- his face taking on a different expression with each thought. At last he lost his cool and settled with a goofy smile, tilting his head as he came within a few feet of her,

"Your mom and I just had another one of our little chats. I think I'm growin on her- said she'd invite me in for tea sometime- I swear, I'm not kidding." He said in greeting.

Something was different about her boobs. He should know- he looked their way a lot. In fact- there was a little jingle to her step. Ezra knew nothing of Illya's nightly exploits- hells he always assumed that she was out meeting some lover or with friends. So what he said next was ironically innocent for him,

"You sound like a dragons lair on wheels- did you rob one or something?" He asked with a chuckle. The man cleared his throat at her death glare- there was only so much of it he could take-

"I'll bring you to bed, if you want." His eyes glinted with the suggestiveness of those words, but he willed his face to remain serious, "You look ready to drop."

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