Denerim hadn't changed a bit, Lalin thought as she slid through the crowded market place. Every sound and smell was the same. It was almost like she had never left. Well, apart from the whispers and not so subtle glances at the large group making it's way toward the Alienage gates. The crowd's preoccupation with watching the strange group helped Lalin keep track of them as she picked her own way across the market. It also helped keep their targets distracted as her fingers slipped into unwatched pockets and purses. Her own pockets were slowly filling with slowly filling with coins. It felt goo to work again. Her fingers had been starting to itch after so long away from a city and away from any good targets. The success spread through her like a warm glow. She was tempted to work her way onto something bigger, but knew that she had a job to do. Maybe when she looked Azabeth up later, her friend would be willing to give a break-in a good, for old time's sake. Lalin laughed to herself, excited at the prospect of seeing her heart-sister, and reached out towards her next mark when a poster and a name caught her eye.
Wanted: Azabeth Kordura
Lalin stared at the poster and ran smack into the man that she was about to steal from. He snapped at her and Lalin couldn't bring herself to care that she was being yelled at or that she had almost been caught red handed. She moved towards the poster as if in a trance, hoping that her eyes were playing tricks on her. But instead of fading, the poster became more and more clear. Lalin's heart stopped in her chest. Wanted for murder? Of the Arlessa?! She snatched at the poster, her mind reeling. She needed to get back to the group, needed to... Lalin gulped and tried to get her thoughts straightened out. She needed to finish this slaver thing. They had promised Davin so now they needed to go through with it. But then, after that was taken care of, she needed to see Black Matthew. Matt would know what happened and Lalin trusted no one else in the city to give her the real story, or at least what he knew of the real story. He might even know where Az was; Lalin was certain her Azabeth wouldn't have stayed in the city. But she couldn't think of where she would have gone.
Lalin rolled the poster and suck it in her quiver next to her arrows, mind a thousand miles away from Denerim. She didn't notice the people she was running into as she made her way quickly to the rest of the Wardens. That is, until she looking up in a familiar pair of angry, blue eyes. Lalin's tumbling thoughts suddenly went still and cold. Though he moved on and had probably already forgotten her, Lalin slipped into the shadows of the buildings, using her tricks to make it through the crowd at top speed. As she moved, her heart started racing again. Oh Maker, was this was being a Grey Warden was about? One thing after another after another after another until you felt like your hear was going to give out from the weight of it?