Free March Templars and the Grey Fox.

[Arley Voegeli]

The Grey Fox, that's what Arley was known as in the Free Marches but the Templars. He had killed many and is yet to be tracked and discovered, and to his surprise the only real thing they knew about him was the fact that he was a Grey Warden. How they figured that out, he had no idea, nor did he care. He was just glad that the Ferelden Templars didn't know who he was yet, but it was only a matter of time before he would have to move again. But where though? Orlais? Antiva? The Anderfells? He had alot of places he could go, and he had the coin to get there, but why be on the run? He wasn't really apart of the order anymore because of his stance in the Mage and Templar war going on. No, it really didn't matter right now, he would stop thinking about that and go back to his drink.

He sat at the bar in a dingy old bar stool at the Gnawed Noble Tavern, drinking his ale minding his own business and looking at the people. It was getting close to dusk so people had started flocking in, and a lot of them were already drunk. But Arley was an imposing fellow so people tended to leave him alone. It was nice to be left alone sometimes but he had been alone for so long that he was a very lonely man, even with how talkative he was. Though, in his line of work, if you had friends, you didn't keep them for long, either they died, betrayed you, or you had to split ways at some point in time, life was already hard being a Warden, but now it was worse with all the wars going on, so much conflict and Arley had thrust himself right in the thick of it. No matter, it would all be over soon enough and at least he would be able to say that he helped make this world a better place.

He took a pull from the tankard, and played with a coin. Yes, minding your own business wasn't really his strong suit especially when he saw a man getting aggressive with his wife over so other man looking at her. Arley decided that it would be a good idea to intervene; plus people here loved a good fight. He walked over to the couple after her heard a smack, "I saw'r ye lookin' at him! Don't lie to me harlot!" he screamed at the woman. "No I didn't he was looking at me! I promise!"

Arley walked up, "Is there a problem here?" he asked, the man looked at him and scoffed. "Mind ye own business if ye know what good for ya," the man snarled, he then went to slap his woman again, this time Arley grabbed his hand in mid slap. "You really should learn some manners." Arley smirked and delivered a kick to his stomach, he clutched it then threw a wild hay-maker. Arley dodged and punched him in the face, one-two-three, then it was over. Some of the people cheered in enjoyment, Arley simply went back to his drink.

[Lyaera Amavaintria]

After stealthily getting off the ship which was now in port, Lyaera suppressed the urge to let that mischievous smile form on her full pale lips, how gullible some people were, especially men, all you needed to do was flutter your eyes at them and make up some story of how a bandit had stolen all your coin then watch as they pitied you. Still, that didn't really matter much to her now, as bad as it made her feel to lie but it was funny to watch how those sailors fussed over her one by one, mostly in the hopes to gain a kiss as a reward.

She was in Denerim now, that's all that really mattered to her, perhaps here she could get the information she needed on her target. She kept her hood up so that the human guards did not mistake her for an Alienage elf, she had dealt with such matters in other places and was lucky enough to flee before action could be taken. Asking around, she soon found that the best place to get information would be the Gnawed Noble Tavern, paying the small boy a silver for his help which caused him to run off excitedly to his friends, presumably to show them his prize.

It was a fairly spacious and well kept tavern she thought as she pushed open the door and walked inside, and without a moment's hesitation she made her way over to the counter where the owner stood. "And what can I get you, miss?" he said simply, though his eyes said that he was rather curious of this stranger's appearance. He seemed decent enough and to make things more easier on him, she pulled down her hood to her cloak and offered him a smile which only caused his gaze to widen in awe. "If I may ask," she began, her tone hushed and quiet "I would like some information, fifty silvers for whatever you can give me."

And so the two spoke in their hushed tones as they spoke of 'business', the owner was unable to reveal much, but it was still useful to her either way. "Kirkwall...? Are you sure?" she asked and he nodded eagerly, this caused another smile to spread across her lips "thank you so much, sir." And with that, she gave him the coin as promised, along with an extra ten silvers. She figured whilst she was here, she would take a small break from her travels, though distractions weren't an options... however, with her kind heart, something was bound to happen which would cause her to get involved with other people's affairs.

She took her bottle and glass over to a table, placing the two down before removing her cloak and folding it nicely on the chair. Her attire consisting of a white, below-the-shoulder, blouse, a light green skirt which hung past her ankles along with a darker green bodice. She could feel the various stares and unwanted attention, but politely she only smiled at those with their lustful intentions, though made sure to give them a glimpse of the twin daggers which she kept on her hips.

However, one man did not take the warning as he so confidently strode over, his mates snickering and laughing amongst themselves as he did so. "Well, aren't you a pretty little flower," he grinned, even from where she was sitting the alcohol was strong on his breath, each liquor infested word dribbled from his mouth like a bad smell, but politely, Lyaera pretended that the smell was not offensive. She ignored him though.

"What's the matter, poppet? You aren't shy are you? I like 'em shy," he chuckled as he leaned forward to meet her gaze, she only sat there looking at him like he was something strange, it was almost amusing, really. "Not shy, sir... just, not interested," she smiled, rather challengingly at that, almost as if she was having fun teasing the sad little man, more so embarrassing him in front of his friends how roared with laughter, which then caused him to back away in shame.

Lyaera giggled herself before pouring herself a glass of wine and took a nice relaxing sip. If this is what it felt like to be free, it felt wonderful.

[Arley Voegeli]

In Denerim many people came and went out of this tavern, mostly travelers or guards on their break. Arley noticed when he saw a small woman with a hood hiding her face, he didn't think anything of it at first, but when she shot directly to the bartender he knew something was amiss, Arley grew up here he knew if you were talking to him you had something that you wanted to keep confidential. Inconspicuously he turned his head a little toward her direction to get a view of what she looked like, thankfully he also wore a hood that hid his face, or recon would be difficult. They started talking and she withdrew her hood, it showed long red locks, and pointy ears.

Now it made sense of why she wore the hood, she was an Elf. The guards may have mistaken her for an alienage Elf, smart move, this girl knew her stuff. He saw some men approach her, they where just the local drunks, they started talking, they were hitting on her he assumed. He stood up to walk out the door when to his luck, three Temlpars walked in maybe to get drinks, what would a Templar drink? Wine maybe? Who knows he is getting off track, it seemed that he caught their eye, he observed his surroundings there wasn't anybody he knew in the bar right now, so he decided to improvise..

He walked over to the red-haired Elf and acted like he knew her. "Hey there I didn't see you walk in, how's it goin'," he said nonchalantly sitting down beside her, he looked over and spoke low. "My 'friends' over there, you see them?" he nodded his head in their direction, "They aren't to happy with me at the moment, so I just need you to sit here and act like you now me, my name is Arley, and I hope you can act. I'm afraid if they are alerted to my presence I will have to assassinate them all, so please if you would, act accordingly." voice low he asked politely, he didn't fancy killing those Templars in front of all these people, that would not be good.

[Lyaera Amavaintria]

As Lyaera took a sip from her wine glass, she began to ponder, she was clear on what he Master wanted he to do, however, it was doing it that she had difficulty doing. But that didn't matter right now, plus she didn't have long to think as another man came up to her, though this one actually sat with her. What was wrong with these humans? Their fascination with Elves and wishing to bed them was both confusing and disturbing, truth be told, she preferred her own kind.

She gave the man a questioning look before then looking over at his so-called friends. Templars! Lyaera could feel the back of her neck tingle at this, was this man a Mage?! Being in the presence of one only made her feel nervous, she hated Mages, not the person but the magic in which they possessed, though upon living in Tevinter, she had met many Mages that only aspired for power, so much that it corrupted them into becoming the ones Thedas knew as Magisters. What was worst is that he told her that he would have to assassinate them if they were aware of him, was this man a fool or just plain crazy? Kill a Templar?

A shudder ran through her but she made sure not to make it noticeable. What she was thinking right now was why did she not just raise her voice to alert the Templars that she did not know this man, however, he seemed troubled Lyaera was never one to turn away someone in need. Speaking in a hushed tone, she said,

"I'm afraid I cannot allow death upon a Templar, you leave me in a difficult position, human. I assure you, if there's the slightest bit of deceit that I detect in your eyes, then I will have you killed, by either my hand or these Templars. Do not take me for a fool. For now, I shall help you... and it's Sora, by the way."

Everywhere she went, there was more trouble, another helpless soul seeking aid. Why was she so compassionate? This man could easily get her killed or worse... there were things worse than death to her.

For now she played along with his little act, smiling in a friendly manner as she took another sip of her wine and relaxed in the couch-like chair, though her blades were only an inch away. "Hmh, I guess it has been a while, today's my day off, the Arl is so generous..." she smiled, though on the inside she wanted to be sick, serving that foul man... disgusting, he had no respect for her kind. Despite just arriving here, she was well informed.

"I remember the last time I saw you, oh, the whipping I almost got," she began to laugh, but not so loudly "carrying all that laundry and the mere sight of you caught me off-guard and I fell face first into that mud pit, oh, how the Arl was not happy." She then took another sip, being sure to keep her eye on her surroundings.

[Arley Voegeli]

Her elven hues looked at him suspiciously, Arley was not surprised, most elves felt so about humans and for good reason. Then she threatened him, he just laughed. "I could kill the Templars if I wanted to, I just don't fancy having to do it in front of all these nice people, so please if you would dispense with the threats and just help me, we can get through this quickly with no problems, and please don't threaten me again, I am but a simple man asking for help, and I also do not wish for a Templar to die, they are only doing what they are told, or what they know. I would not have come to you, but you were talking to a friend of mine." whispering he smiled and pointed at the barkeep.

It was hard to hide things from Arley, especially if you made it so obvious, no one in Denerim went straight to the bartender without having some sort of shady business, he could tell she was surprised when he told her about the Templars, not many were brave enough to be so open about killing one, and usually they were just stupid. But the oppression over not only the mages, but Ferelden in general had to stop, it was granted that people would rebel, even one who is supposed to be neutral, but as its been said, they are the Guardians of man, and to him it meant more than killing darkspawn.

"Wow Sora has been long! How is work for the Arl now? He treating you well?" Arley faked his excitement, the Templars eyed him but dismissed any suspicion, they merely though him to be a local bar goer. He looked at the Elf and smiled, it would seem that she is hiding something, she was so quick to threaten him, he found that strange. In a hushed voice he told her who he actually was, the Templars were looking away enjoying their drinks, they suspected nothing and that was a great sign. "I am Arley Voegeli, Grey Warden, and well I'm a tad wanted."