Why'd You Kill the Merchant?!

[sansseraph]

Who: ALL O' Y'ALL
Broadcast: If you want
Action: FRICK YEAH PARTY AT THE JUNKYARD...I mean, Waystation. Junkstation.
When: 10/07 - Event End

It looks more like a junk heap than a waystation, but luckily there aren't any math fetishists to add you to the pile (hopefully). Talk to the scavengers and heed their warnings...if you want. Or perhaps you'll approach a shady individual for purchasing or selling stuff.

"Welcome, stranger!"

Comments

[nugqueen]

Where are they now? His people. Did he tell you?

[The lyrium was hot beneath her touch, almost enough to make her want to draw away from it. It didn't frighten her but she had no idea how long his control would last.]

[wolfuncaged]

No, they scattered. I went after the one that was looking to kidnap someone now. He was the priority.

[He looks at the man as if he's nothing but an insect to be crushed. Vermin. ]

I wanted to eliminate him before he did it to anyone else.

[nugqueen]

[Her hold on him tightens momentarily. She remembers all too well what that might be like, being held against her will and tortured only to watch a friend die. The two weren't exactly the same but she still felt angry for it.]

Do you have any last words?

[Her gaze was sharper than any blade, her blue eyes like cold steel as she looks at the trader.]

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris watched impassively. Inwardly, Liliana earned herself some Fenris Greatly Approves somewhere, but he doesn't voice it. The man struggled, panicked. ]

No! Please, don't! It won't happen again, I swears!

[nugqueen]

[Carefully she takes a step back, a silent acceptance that Fenris could do what he wished.]

It should not have happened from the first.

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris gives a nod of his head to Leliana, before turning on the man. His babbled cries are cut off quickly with a flare of lyrium. Fenris' hand plunges into his chest and within seconds the job is done. He lets the body drop, the man's heart falling onto his chest with a wet plop. ]

This whole star system is a blighted mess.

[nugqueen]

Yes, but perhaps with more searching we will become closer to solving this problem.

[She spares a moment's glance to the man who lay dead at their feet, his heart removed from his chest and leaving behind a gaping hole. of exposed bone and flesh. She would be sure to find a way to dispose of the body before the day was out.]

[wolfuncaged]

[That's considerate of her, Fenris has no plans to do anything. It can rot.

...This is probably why slavers can always find him, honestly. ]

I think I lack the finesse for such a thing.

[nugqueen]

[She gives him a considering look and then shakes her head a bit. Sorry, Fenris she aggress you definitely do lack any kind of finesse, let alone for searching.]

Leave it to me then. I will speak to the Warden and see what we can find.

[wolfuncaged]

[When you want someone to find things, trust a rogue to do it before anyone else. Seriously.]

...Thank you. That is good of you.

[nugqueen]

It isn't just for you, though I admit keeping you out of trouble would be preferable. The last thing we need is having you jailed like Hawke was on the last planet - the other Hawke, I mean. One thing they don't understand - either Hawke - is that just because I work for the Chantry, does not mean I don't support those lesser to me. I don't support having them drawn up and quartered like cattle. Least of all innocent people.

[And she and Fenris might disagree in some things, but surely he could agree that people did not deserve to be taken from their homes, to be made into shells of their former selves.]

[wolfuncaged]

I did not presume it was just for me.

[Fenris never presumes anyone does anything just for him. The world doesn't work that way. Not for him, anyway. Still, this is a good thing to hear from her, and it brings a smile to his face. ]

On that fact, we are both very much in agreement.