Literature
Molly Jones Chapter 11: Killing Her Softly
She had been watching them for quite some time. From the moment Molly and Zevran walked out of the eluvian, a bird perched quietly on the conveniently placed tree. From that vantage point she watched the show unfold. She saw the confessions, recriminations, and tears; and the epic kick followed by an uncomfortable silence as the two of them laid out their bedrolls; their backs turned from each other. It was only then, after their silent tears had been spent, that she flew down from her perch and put them both to sleep properly. Much of the night had past and, now in the pre-dawn hour, she watched as the Crow got up to relieve himself. She waited until he had finished and approached. “That little scene was better than most plays I’ve had the misfortune of attending. Should you both grow tired of fighting darkspawn, I can see a future for you on the road.” “Hello,” Zevran answered tentatively, placing his hand on his dagger as he turned to face an older, yet attractive woman with white
