Carver wiped off his sword and re-sheathed it. He gave Fenris the side-eye. “I’m ready.”
Fenris nodded. “Lead the way, Hawke.”
Quinn nodded and took the lead once more, “Right, I want to get to the bottom of this.” He glanced over at Varric, the dwarf had been suspiciously quiet all morning. “Something wrong Varric?”
The dwarf shook his head, “No, just… thinking.” The short man kept his own counsel for a long time.
It was another solid hour of walking before they neared their destination.
“I think this is it,” Varric said quietly as they approached the spot on the Warden’s map. The bard rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “This doesn’t make sense though, none of my contacts in the Carta know about this place—it shouldn’t be here. I don’t like having blind spots in my network of information.”
Quinntus looked around, there was definitely some sort of structure here, but he couldn’t tell what it really looked like yet, due to the rocky outcroppings everywhere. The path they were on had once been paved with flagstones along a natural, meandering gap between two such outcrops.
“Well, it is here, and so are we,” Quinntus finally said.
Varric rubbed at his chin again, “A fine point. Just.. let’s be careful. Bianca agrees with Junior. Something weird is going on here.”
“I do have a bad feeling,” Carver looked around at the strange site. “But ultimately, does it matter? We just need them to stop trying to kill us.”
Fenris curled his fists, “Whatever the reason, they won’t get the chance to attack again.” He planned to eliminate every last one.
Varric conceded the point, “True. So, we have a plan or what?”
Quinn smirked, “Oh I’m sure this is all a big misunderstanding. Later we’ll have tea and laugh about it.”
Varric shook his head, “‘Oh your name is Hawke? I thought it was Locke, heh heh heh!’” His impersonation of a generic bad-guy was fairly accurate, in Quinn’s opinion.
”Yes, we were looking for some other combination of general and ringmaster.” Carver quickly added, figuring if they were going to joke about everything he might as well join them.
Quinntus and Varric exchanged a quick look. The dwarf raised his brows. Quinntus shrugged with a bewildered shake of his head. He’d half-expected Carver to object to their jesting. “….Let’s go.” Things suddenly seemed more.. serious to Quinntus. And he wondered if it was truly wise to bring his baby brother on such a venture. He bit his lip and glanced at Carver.
As if reading his brother’s mind, Carver raised his chin proudly and added, “Good thing the wardens let me come. An attack like this, you need my help.”