Hunter Fell was a lovely city, but a bit too much like Orzammar if you asked her. Nevarrans had a great propensity for crafting statues of their kings and heroes, much like the dwarves and their paragons. The glories of the past exalted and held up as a reminder for the living to strive for more, more, more and used as a tool to shame when they inevitably failed. Back home, there was no escaping the eyes of the paragons when they were carved into every pillar, table, tankard and bedpost and there seemed to be little escaping it on the surface as well. Humans had the same irritating habit of venerating their honored dead, but at least here the judgement of these stone eyes meant nothing to her.
And she hadn't seen Andraste's face carved into a piss-pot, so perhaps humans were quite as bad.
Putting the city and thoughts of paragon piss-pots behind her, Yarden followed the northern road into the farmland the hugged the border between Nevarra and the Tevinter Imperium. A mile, two, five and eventually she reached the stone that marked a trail, once tread down by Inquisition soldiers during the war, but now over-grown and so easily unnoticed. Her foot-falls disturbed little as she followed it another mile to the small hunter's cabin that had served as her base for the past six weeks.
The assignment was her first of real substance since joining Honor Trevelyan's little organization. Her mission: investigate the rumors of lingering Venatori activity along the Tevinter border. Leliana had given her the old briefings from her scouts in the area during the peak of conflict between the cult and the Inquisition, which had proved invaluable in the first couple weeks of her investigation. Even with the defeat of their leader, Calpurnia, and the Elder One, the ideology of Venatori was not so easily erased and with agents skilled and stealthy enough to infiltrate the highest ranks within the courts of Orlais, Fereldan, Nevarra and the Free Marches, not so easily to snuff out.
It had taken time, patience and perhaps a little bribery and intimidation, but she had managed to secure a slim lead, which in turn lead her to a promising one, until she had the good fortune of encountering an affable young merchant, who enjoyed the company of coy dwarven women just as much as he apparently enjoyed the benefits of providing slaves as blood sacrifices for a small sect of Venatori fanatics.
She wouldn't allow it to continue and sent word south as soon as she could confirm her intel. With luck, Honor would send her some back up before the Venatori realized they were being watched and went to ground again.
Unless they had found her first.
Grey eyes narrowed as Yarden drew close enough to notice the door to the cabin slightly ajar. Certainly not how she had left it this morning. Slowly, the dagger at her hip was pulled from its sheath and she walked with quiet, even steps to the threshold. One push left the door swinging the rest of the way open and, before she could plunge into what she was sure was a very sloppy Venatori ambush, she recognized the dark haired woman sitting at her table.
It wasn't exactly a laugh she gave at seeing the former Inquisitor in her hideout, but the murder had been taken from her eyes. "Color me impressed, Your Worship. There were twenty-seven traps out there and you dodged them all." Yarden dropped her pack down by the door and sheathed the dagger once the door had been nudged shut behind her. "I'll have to try harder next time."