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"If a friend of yours is recommending me, that's a good sign you should probably drop them." He mused, words laced with dry self-deprecating humor. He chuckled slightly, taking in another drag of his cigarette. Turning his head, he made sure to blow it away from her face, he wasn't...

Kovac blinked slowly. In the low light, the shadows cast across her face made her appear all the more like a dream stepping out of the fog - or a nightmare. Kovac lifted a brow, his forehead wrinkling with an expression that made it clear he didn't get many like her in his office. She stuck out...

The chair groaned under his weight as Kovac leaned back. He slid his tongue along his teeth before sighing, letting his arms stretch up and back over his head as his eyes shut for a moment. He was running on empty in more ways than one, and it wasn't exactly a good feeling. Cases had dried up...

Leland took a swig of the coffee, watching the twins from behind his tinted glasses. Cici seemed calmer than her brother, for better or for worse, but it was Gabe who asked the important questions. There was a pause as he considered his words, weighing them carefully as a lawyer might. Another...

"Oh come on," he held his hands out, a friendly motion, "there's no need to get the guards involved in a simple business transaction is there? Here, let me make it up to you. I happen to know someone who does decent patch work, and I'll even buy you a drink after. How's that sound?" He...

Varric glanced at Daisy as she ran off, a pang of guilt hitting the back of his thoughts. He pushed it to the side, opting to worry about it later. No, right now he had business to conduct and he had two fantastic people to conduct it with. That charming smile still on his lips, he weaved his...

There was something sad in her eyes, something that didn't belong there on such a normally happy individual. His reaction was a little stilted, and she watched the way his hand flexed. There was a brief moment in which she looked unconvinced, but it was his question that stopped her from making...

Red. No matter how much she had scrubbed the red hadn't gone away. She could still see it in the grooves of her palms, her fingers. It caught between her flesh and her nail-bed, and it wouldn't go away. She wondered how much water it would take to wash her hands clean or, if maybe, she'd turn...

"Storm probably wont end until late, and by then it'll be too dark to see a hand in front of your face." Lawrence spoke as he accepted the sheriff's gun. He turned it in his hand, inspecting it for a moment as he got a feel for the weight. It was a fine weapon, and it was a shame something so...

As Apomea extended his arm, Solas's fingers touched his skin, holding his hand steady so he could observe it. His touch was feather light, almost a whisper like the Fade itself. His cool gaze observed the Mark on Apomea's hand, watching and feeling it ebb. It still wasn't perfectly settled and...

Eyes narrowing, Lawrence watched Shi Jun take the Sheriff's gun and bullets. Part of it bothered him, but he kept that feeling to himself. He'd said it, after all, that now was not the time to be getting at anyone's throats now that there was a bigger threat. Besides, Shi Jun was right, there...

"I can save him." It was Darlene who responded. Her hands were stained, blood smeared on her clothes and shoulder. Lawrence hesitated before reaching forward. He saw what Shi Jun dead. He saw a dead man. Had seen to many men like that to hold much hope that any of them would be able to help...

She didn't understand. The panic would come later, everything she was supposed to be feeling would come after reality set in to her bones, after she realized what had happened. Right then, however, she was too focused. He was passed out, but still alive, though Darlene wasn't sure that would...

It was a blur. As soon as the two men in front of him were out of the way Lawrence fired, the sound of his gunshot ringing in his ears. He wasn't sure if he hit the woman, or if it was Shi Jun's bullet that saved them, but some stroke of luck sent the creature leaping back out into the storm...

There was a sound. Silence filled the room as they all listened. Something was moving. The horror that had been building in Darlene dropped like a weight when the sound of shattering glass could be heard. The boys jumped and Viola let out a half cry of surprise, hands going to her mouth to cover...

The door slammed shut. Lawrence scrubbed his forearm against his eyes, getting the grit out before he looked to Shi Jun.  He was hurt. He had gone to instruct Darlene but she was already off, quietly making her way to the kitchen with Viola tucked safely at her side. His head whipped to look at...

Darlene was about to answer, but her words choked and died in her throat. Gunshots. She was staring out of the window, only vaguely aware of her father's hand on his shoulder, the other one holding his trusty rifle. His touch was firm, solid. By then everyone had gathered, the sons watching...

Single, a woman, and living alone. The world really had changed, though it really wasn't up to him to even try and decide if it was for the better or not. It was just different, all of this was so painfully different. If anything about what she had said was better, it was the lack of servants...

Her hands were shaking as she struggled to get the gear off Rio. The wagon had already been unhitched and Rio was pacing, making it difficult for her to set him free of the saddle and bridle. She swore as her hands faltered again, blinking away the sand that had gotten into her eyes. Finally...

He told her to go. Every fiber in her being wanted to listen to him, her skin screaming at her to run and hide. What good would she even be? It wasn't like she had been expecting trouble, so she had left her own set of pistols safe and secure under her bed. And yet, she was conflicted. How could...