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Solona had been giving it some thought ever since Anders brought it up. Escape the tower together? Her, Nellie, him and even Cullen? It was crazy but the way Anders explained it, it just might work. Surprisingly, Cullen agreed to do it, with Nellie's powers of persuasion of course.

So now the four of them are off to escape the Tower. Hopefully everything goes according to plan.

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"Even before then, silly. I used to get in so much trouble at the Gallows...I owed you all the time."

Nellie smiles and laughs a bit. It's hard to imagine that she was once the problem child, not Solona.

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"Don't worry too much about it." Solona gives Nellie a good pat on the back before pulling her in for another hug. "You're my sister. That's what sisters do."

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Nellie hugs her sister tightly, pulling away with a smile.

"Okay, I'll go talk with Cullen. You have fun, but keep it quiet."

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"Will do," Solona winks. She takes the bag which concealed the bottles of wine and exits the room. She sneaks her way across the hall to knock on Anders' door, the same way she or he always used to knock when they snuck around the tower.

Cullen however is engrossed in conversation with the tavern owner.

"A lot of people have been moving into Lothering," says the man. "A handful of them claim that we might have a Blight on our hands-- Would you believe that? A Blight!" The owner emits a hearty laugh. "Most of them just follow the ones that move really. Still, with the amount of people there now, I'm sure the Chantry is making its way to Lothering is just so they can accommodate more people, yes?"

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Anders smirks as he opens the door, leaning on the doorframe, eyebrow raised.

"You knocked, m'dear?"

Nellie just looks at them from around the corner, rolling her eyes. those two...

She starts to head downstairs, but she overhears what the conversation is about. And it looks like Cullen is completely engrossed in it...she'd feel bad just taking him away from that.

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Solona holds up the bag, trying her best to suppress her giggles and sound seductive. "A pretty girl, wine and freedom." She smirks. "It must be your lucky day, Anders."

Meanwhile, downstairs...

"Yes, that's exactly why we're on our way there," Cullen replies, trying his best not to sound awkward. He takes another sip of his ale. "But also, we're trying to get the blessings from the Chantry there to spread the Chant of Light to the Chasind."

"That certainly is heavy stuff for just you four," the owner replies surprised. "Are you sure that just one templar can handle barbarians?"

Cullen just laughs. "Do not doubt me, good ser. I have seen more than my fair share of battles." T'was a lie, but he did spar often enough to be fairly more advanced than even some of the templars his superior.

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Anders smirks and lets her into the room. "Now if only I could shoot lightning at fools without getting into trouble."

He motions for her to sit down on the bed with him.

"Dare I ask how you convinced your sister to cover for us?"

Said sister is just sitting on the steps that lead down to the tavern, listening to Cullen and the owener speak.

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Solona walks over to the bed and hands him one bottle. She bought two for a reason. She uncorks hers and drinks straight from it, grinning as she takes her seat next to him on his bed.

"I just persuaded her through sisterly affection. Nel's a sweetheart. You should thank her later," she beams, taking another drink. Maker, wine tasted amazing.

Cullen keeps on talking to the owner. Suddenly the conversation steers to each individual member of their group. Cullen groans inwardly. Oh, Maker...

"That red-headed one, she's a bit chatty, isn't she?"

"Quite. She does most of the sermon work. Very charismatic." He decides he'll keep everything short to avoid going into too much detail.

"And the one with the ponytail. Are they allowed to wear earrings in the Chantry?"

"Apparently so," Cullen chuckles awkwardly. "We've been trying to persuade him to take it off but apparently he pledged to get that earring for the poor."

"Odd," the merchant says thoughtfully, but he buys it. "That blonde girl though. A bit quiet that one."

"Ah, yes, sometimes she can be a bit reserved." Cullen can't help but smile now that he has a chance to actually talk about her.

"But she is beautiful. Just like that red-head. But I've always been more of a light haired kind of man. Red-heads can sometimes get too feisty."

Cullen chuckles. "I know what you mean."

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Anders smirks and repeats the action, uncorking the other bottle and taking a swig from it, sighing in relief.

"Maker, I needed that...Cullen was drinking in front of me to taunt me, I swear. Prick. What does your sister see in him, Sol?"

He shrugs, taking another swig.

"Still, I owe her...and he is helping us escape, so he can't be all bad."

Nellie blushes and smiles a little bit at that. She'd never thought of herself as beautiful...pretty, yes, but Solona was the beautiful exotic fiery one. There really wasn't any competing with her.
She felt a bit bad, just sitting and eavesdropping on them, but she wasn't sure what she'd say if she went down...and it was weird being at a bar and not drinking.

Still, Nellie doesn't move just yet. She's a bit curious to hear what else they say...

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"She sees a kindred soul, perhaps," Solona chuckles. "And he's doing a pretty good job predicting the templars' actions." She takes a gulp of wine again and sighs happily. "Do you always drink like this after your escape attempts?"

Cullen keeps on chatting on with the man. It was nice to actually have conversation that wasn't about planning their next route or bickering with either Anders or Solona.

"So, where are you from exactly then, ser?"

Cullen gulps down his drink, hissing a bit at the burning sensation the alcohol sent down his throat.

"Denerim, actually," Cullen admits.

"Denerim? That's a bit far off, don't you think?"

"A bit, yes," Cullen smiles. "But that's where I was born and raised."

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Anders shrugs and takes another swig, nodding a bit.

"Well, he is a templar...if he couldn't predict them, we'd be screwed...and of course I do! It's a sign of freedom, and I need this! Besides, every other time, I've been dragged back, so I take what I can get...you know?"

Nellie bites her lip, listening in. She didn't know much about Cullen before he was a templar, and it never really came up...was he really from Denerim?

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"Ah, but I know what you didn't have all those other times you escaped," Solona smirks. She sets the bottle down for a second by the night stand. Her fingers were beginning to tingle. She's never had that much to drink in one go and the less than half full wine bottle may have been a bit too much to drink so hurriedly. But it only made her a bit bolder than usual. She takes Anders' bottle as well and sets it down beside hers. Then she straddles herself on top of him and pins him down on the bed. Chantry clothed and all.

Downstairs, Cullen can't even believe that he was baring his life out so easily to this man. Maybe he should stay away from alcohol for a while.

"So, tell me about yourself then, ser. What brought you to becoming a templar?"

Cullen takes another swig from his mug. "My father actually," he admits. "He was in the Order as well and, well, I suppose it was just expected of me to follow in his footsteps."

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Anders smirks and takes the hint, leaning in close and whispering in her ear, his breath hot on her throat.

"For starters, I didn't have you..."

Nellie smiles slightly. Oh, Cullen. That sounds like something he'd do...she feels guilty about eavesdropping like this...her smile fades and she goes up the steps a bit, not leaving completely. She's gotta make sure to distract Cullen when he starts to come back up.

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Solona moans, brushing her lips against the side of his face, down to his neck. "Pity, no?" She smirks as she nips at his flesh. "Well, you have me now, Andy."

Cullen feels like it's about time he head up. He gave Anders half an hour to bathe and get himself straightened up before it would be Cullen's turn. Maker, he needed the bath. He felt sticky from sweat from walking and it would be heavenly to have his muscles soothed by the warm water.

He excuses himself from the conversation with the tavern owner who graciously nods saying that it had been a long day. Cullen smiles, feeling a bit guilty for tricking the man, but happy that they were accommodating anyway. He makes his way up the stairs until he's stopped by the sight of Nellie.

"Nel? What are you doing here?"

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Anders smirks, working at the collar of Sol's robe.
"I do indeed, Sister Solona..."

Nellie smiles at Cullen.

"I was waiting for you to come back up. You know how Anders is, he's so obsessed with looking nice he'll take at least an hour to bathe...I figured we could just talk until he's done preening himself."

Technically, everything she says is true.

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Solona can't stop giggling. It wasn't the first time they tried out roleplaying as Chantry folk but it certainly was the first time they were wearing actual robes.

"Brother Anders!" Solona gasps. "We can't do this in the house of the Maker!"

Cullen doesn't even bat an eyelash at Nellie. He just nods. And he really did want to spend some alone time with her. So he smiles. "Where would you like to talk?"

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Anders smirks. "The Maker loves you, Sister Solona. He has spoken to me, and ordered me to show you how much He loves you."


Nellie smiles and shrugs. "We can go to my room. Less of a chance of bugging Anders that way."

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"Show me the light, Brother Anders," Solona purrs, pressing herself against him.

Cullen smiles. "But what about Solona?"

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Anders smirks. "Oh, I will." He carefully removes her robes, since they can't afford to ruin them.

Nellie smiles and shakes her head. "She went back out. You know how she is. I told her not to draw too much attention to herself, though."

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Solona peels away at his robes once hers are off her body, trailing kisses anywhere her lips could touch. "I sort of miss the thrill," she whispers against his skin. "Of being caught by templars." She adds a smirk. Her hands dance away on his skin, caressing his shoulders and arms and sides.

Cullen nods. "Are you sure it's safe to just let her out there on her own? It is her first time out in an actual village since you both were small after all." He opens the door to Nellie's room for her and politely gestures her to enter first.

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Anders smirks, hands roaming over her body. "We could still get caught by Cullen..."

He nips at her neck.

"So we should move fast, love."

Nellie smiles and nods at him, entering the room and sitting down.

"She's a better people person than I am. She's got 2 years of experience on me, after all. I'm sure she'll be okay."

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"Fast? Just the way I like it," Solona grins, sliding down his body and gripping his length in her hands. She begins by slowly stroking it, swirling her tongue around his tip. Once she could feel his pulse quicken, she hastens her pumps, taking the head into her mouth and sucking hungrily on it.

Cullen nods, "I trust you." He smiles at her and paces around the room a bit. It was the first time since that morning that they were both alone. And Maker, he couldn't keep his mind off the perfect way he woke up-- despite the fact he was awoken by nature's call. He thought of the way her chest slowly heaved and fell and her soft hair spilling across her serene face. He couldn't take it.

He rushes to Nellie, leaning down in front of her and he cups her cheeks in his hands. He pulls her in for a deep longing kiss. The poor man has been wanting to do that since the day started and now finally, they were alone.

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Anders groans, trying to be as quiet as possible. But she's making it very difficult for him to stay quiet. Anders bites his lip to fight off the noises.

"Fuck, Solona...'m not gonna last long if you keep this up..."

Nellie smiles and blushes a bit, kissing him back and wrapping an arm around him.

"I was hoping you'd do that, love..."

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Solona likes the sound of that. She replaces her hand with her mouth, taking as much of him as she could. Then she starts humming and sucking hungrily. Maker, he tastes so good.

Cullen grins, thumbing at Nellie's cheek, her face still cupped in his hands. "I've been wanting to do this the whole day, actually," he admits sheepishly, leaning in to kiss her again.

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Anders groans again, biting on his lip. Maker, she's got a magic mouth...

"Solona...!"

He's so close, so very close, and the feel of her teeth on his cock, scraping as she sucks, it sends him over.

Nellie smiles at him again, kissing him gently, blushing.

"Me too...but it doesn't really go with the whole Chantry Sister act, does it."