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The Last of the Couslands	By : MistressofMagic Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 4401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 16
The Antivan Assassin
Bridget woke early the next morning and dressed herself in her armor. She carefully placed the rose Alistair gave her in her pack and climbed out of her tent, yawning. Morrigan too was awake and was eating some bread by the fire. Bridget then remembered the odd book she nicked from Irving's quarters. She sat next to Morrigan and pulled a piece of bread for herself.
"Morrigan?" she asked.
Morrigan looked at her. Bridget could tell she was still angry with Leliana and she had dark circles under her eyes from no sleep the night before. Bridget reached into her pack and pulled out the tattered black book.
"I don't know if this would be of any interest to you but I found it while I was in the Circle Tower." She said as she handed her the book.
Morrigan's eyes widened.
"That is Flemeth's Black Grimoire! I…I didn't even mention it to you and you still retrieved it…you have my thanks!" she exclaimed as she took the book from Bridget's hands.
"What do you hope to find in there?" she asked.
Morrigan looked at her eagerly.
"Flemeth's secrets of course…though I'm sure the best ones will be in her true Grimoire. I will begin studying this at once! May I remain here at the camp to do so whilst you and the others go to the village?"
Bridget nodded.
"Of course, just promise me not to do anything to Leliana since she has decided to stay here as well."
Morrigan sighed and stood.
"I will not promise, but I will try my hardest to contain myself."
With that she walked back off to her tent, her nose buried in the mysterious book. Bridget continued to eat her slice of bread as Alistair emerged from his tent yawning and rubbing the back of his neck. He joined Bridget and ate with her and they chatted over a few things. As soon as Wynne had woken and ate, Bridget stated that they should resume their journey to Redcliffe. They bid farewell to Leliana, Morrigan and Zeus and followed the trail out of the woods. They spoke little as they traversed through the wooded area. Bridget had a bad feeling about the area they were traveling in. Things just seemed a little…too quiet. Out of nowhere a woman ran up to them screaming and crying hysterically.
"Oh thank the Maker! You must help me, my caravan has been run over by bandits!"
She grabbed Bridget's hand and ran forward and led them through the woods to another clearing. Once there, she released Bridget's hand and ran over towards a man who certainly looked like a bandit. Bridget swept her eyes over him. He was an elf with a golden hair color, almost matching Bridget's. His skin looked as if it had been kissed by the sun. Its tan color seemed to reflect the sunlight nicely. His eyes were a piercing brown. He smirked and waved his hand. Bridget heard a snap and looked over her shoulder. She dived out of the way of a tree and drew her blade. The woman that needed aid turned out to be an apostate working for this mysterious elf. Bridget took her on first as Alistair went for some of the archers with Wynne's aid. After the mage was slain, Bridget ducked to avoid a blow from the elf and immediately took him down. Bridget lunged for him and knocked him to the ground. She straddled his waist and held her blade to his throat. To her surprise, the elf burst out laughing.
"I must say…it usually takes a lot more to end up in this predicament then just drawing my blade. I shall keep this in mind."
Bridget narrowed her eyes.
"I'm doing the talking here, elf." She spat.
The elf raised his eyebrows and smirked at her seductively.
"I like a woman who is in control."
He dropped his weapons from his hands an rested his arms behind his head. He closed his eyes and said,
"Do with me what you will…I like rope if you have any."
Alistair's jaw dropped. Bridget stared down at the elf like he was mad.
"Who are you and why did you attack us?"
The elf opened up one eye and flashed a brilliant smile.
"It is rather difficult for me to think straight with you straddling my waist."
Bridget narrowed her eyes and slowly removed herself from him, not dropping her sword for an instant. She kicked his blades away from him and stood next to Alistair. The elf slowly sat up and rubbed the back of his head.
"My name is Zevran, Zev to my friends. I hail from the beautiful city of Antiva."
Alistair crossed his arms.
"But why did you attack us?" he asked.
Zevran looked at Bridget.
"A Teyrn Loghain hired me to kill you. I am an Antivan Crow…you see."
Bridget crossed her arms as well and asked,
"And just what are they?"
Zevran chuckled.
"We are assassins, very well trained assassins. We always get the job done!"
"Not with this case, apparently." Bridget replied.
Zevran laughed nervously.
"Ah…no not with this case."
Bridget raised her eyebrows.
"Are you loyal to Loghain?" she asked.
Zevran shook his head.
"No, he was just a client. I am loyal to the Crows…or I should say was…"
"What do you mean?"
Zevran sighed.
"Well since I failed in killing you, the Crows will now wish to kill me. If I flee, they will eventually find me. If you kill me now which I sincerely hope you hear me out before you chose to do so, well I would be dead, and that's not very fun. Care to listen to my proposition?"
Bridget narrowed her eyes.
"What could you possibly have to say?" she asked.
Zevran grinned up at her.
"Why not let me accompany you? I am a very skilled fighter, and I am loyal to those I travel with. I can help you kill whoever it is that you are after!" he said joyfully.
Bridget gaped at him.
"You must think I'm royally stupid!" she exclaimed.
Zevran smirked.
"Quite the contrary my dear lady, I think you are royally tough to kill…and utterly gorgeous at that. Not that I am insinuating that you will respond to simple flattery…although I do believe I see a blush stretching across your beautiful face. There are far worse things in life than serving the whims of a deadly sex goddess, such as yourself."
Alistair gaped at him. He turned to Bridget.
"You're not really going to bring him along…are you?"
Bridget cleared her throat. She never thought anyone would think of her as a 'sex goddess' as Zevran had so easily put it and was a little side tracked by his remark. She cleared her throat and looked at Alistair.
"I don't know…he could be useful."
Before Alistair could reply, Zevran interrupted and said,
"Since this is a Blight and you are Grey Wardens I am guessing that you are using the treaties to unite the lands? Well lucky for you, I happen to be part Dalish. Dalish Elves are very proud and do not like trespassers coming to their camp. I can provide assistance in that area…and many other areas that have nothing to do with that."
Alistair sighed.
"Oh I hate to admit this but he's right. Duncan always talked about how prideful the Dalish are…and they really don't care much for humans. Zevran could be a great help with them."
Bridget nodded and looked back at Zevran.
"Very well…you may come with us."
She held out her hand and he took it and stood.
"Then I pledge my loyalty to you, my beautiful Grey Warden."
Alistair narrowed his eyes, which Zevran noticed immediately.
"Oh? Have you claimed this lovely woman for yourself?"
Bridget buried her face in her hands, hiding her blush but also trying not to burst with laughter. Alistair blushed furiously.
"What? N-No, she-she's my friend, that's all!"
Zevran smirked and placed his arm around Bridget.
"So you don't mind if I whisper sweet nothings in her ear from time to time?"
Bridget shrugged Zevran off of her and said,
"Don't push your luck here." Before taking the lead and walking ahead.
Zevran chuckled and patted Alistair on the back.
"I love it when they play hard to get, makes the love making in the end that much sweeter, no?"
"Maker I can't believe you just said that." Alistair said as he followed Bridget.
Zevran laughed.
"I am enjoying my new company already!"
Bridget sighed and continued to lead the group out of the woods. She hoped that she hadn't made a mistake in bringing Zevran along, but found herself laughing at his jokes soon after. Their little party was in need of some comic relief, and Zevran would provide that and so, so much more.
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to express Zevran's character to his full potential…but I don't know, do you guys think I did well with keeping him in character? Reviews are greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading!
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