( musebox ) on the run

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It'd been just one slip. One tiny slip that had somehow ended in her entire bedroom going up into flames. Morgana had spent years of her life attempting to suppress her abilities, only to end up allowing one tiny, accidental flare to ruin it all.

It didn't matter that she was from one of the most prominent noble families. There was no hiding this, not after she'd walked out of the fire untouched (albeit, she'd been rather shaken and confused, but still entirely unblemished.) What was more important now, at least to the Templars, was the fact that she'd been hiding herself for so long. The fact that she'd nearly burnt down a portion of her estate made it all the worse, because now they were attempting to brand her as dangerous.

She'd managed to slip away into the dark of the night, but now she wasn't sure where to go. It had quickly become apparent that she stuck out from the commoners like a sore thumb. Perhaps she shouldn't have chosen to wear the heavy, hooded cloak, made from a rich, velvety red material that very clearly screamed her class and status. Thankfully, she managed to make it into one of the underground tunnels; it smelled foul, but at least there were far less people there.

Hearing footsteps from ahead, Morgana threw her torch into a tiny puddle and pressed herself up against the wall.

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A few rag-tags from one of the Cartas had been prowling the tunnels below Dark Town, and Anders had asked Hawke to take a look rather than rout them out himself. Given the rather sound tongue-lashing that the latter had visited on the former for his last 'adventure' without informing his fellow Ferelden mage, Hawke perhaps foolishly hoped that the former Warden was finally learning his lesson. So he and Tobias headed down to the lower parts of Kirkwall to investigate and, if necessary, clear the tunnels of ne'er-do-wells.

So far, all they'd found was smelly water, a few interesting--but not that interesting--mushrooms, and what seemed to be an entire shipload of rats.

The mabari, nose wrinkled at the foul stench in the air, shook his head and barked once, a warning sound. The mage, a small wisp of light bouncing back and forth above his right shoulder, paused, all senses coming on the alert. Tobias barked again, scenting the air, then his stubby tail gave a few wags and he splashed ahead, rounding the corner and pausing just out of sight.

Hawke caught up after a few moments, staff in one hand and a ball of fire in the other, which he released as he spied what Tobias had found. Blue eyes widening, he blinked in a bit of confusion--what in Andraste's name was a woman doing down here? Exchanging a glance with Tobias, Hawke ventured, "--er, milady? Are you...all right?"

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There was something strange about the light, but she didn't get a good enough look before it went out. It'd looked like magic; but she couldn't be quite sure. Still, the stranger didn't seem to know who she was. Or, more importantly, what she was.

Taking a deep breath, she took a step away from the wall, nervously avoiding the large mabari. "I was..." running away seemed like a horrible explanation. "I was lost."

A noblewoman lost in the tunnels. Was that really the best she could come up with?