Cailan – it's really weird to call him that again – moved into the Palace, and offered rooms for the Grey Wardens, our companions, and Nathaniel, ...o we all transferred from Eamon's. It was nice, having more space and not having multiple people crammed into one room. It was also nice to no longer pretend that we weren't married – Alistair and I were given a large, lavish room in the family wing near Cailan's rooms, and Aedan and Zevran were next door. Everyone else had their own rooms down a. Johnson seemed to pale at the sight. It was noticeable even in the low light of the closed warehouse. He started back towards us still carrying the briefcase when the Mage sent a bolt of some kind at him. It hit him and exploded, knocking him even closer to us. Like a good leader Blake dragged him to cover and checked to see if he was still alive. Finding him dead he checked to get the rest of our fee for the escort and for a bonus took the briefcase also. Dane and I had fired at the Mage who. Unless I missed my guess, she was the brains behind this. A heartless bitch. I studied her carefully. I wanted to make sure I would know her if I ever saw her.It was probably the photos that started it. They discovered how easily they could sell them and make money. From there they just took the path of least resistance, filling the sordid demands for more and more graphic and violent pictures. I hoped it was an accident, the one death that started it all. With this group, though, I didn't. A pool. A naked chick.I've seen those old cartoons where Daffy Duck treads the desert, sees a beautiful pondful of refreshing water, and leaps into it, getting a mouthful of sand in the bargain. I've seen those cartoons, and I ain't playing. I may be ignorant of the desert ways, and stupid for not checking the temperature, but one thing I am not is gullible. And there is no pool at the top of this mountain, and no cutie getting her jollies in it, and she is not looking at me right now with a.