Old Friends, New Secrets

Politics, something that Zevran never cared for. There of course had been a time in his life when the only thing he needed to know was who the Crows said needed to die. Of course, that all changed during the fateful year when he failed to kill one particular Grey Warden. He still enjoyed being an assassin, after all, he was good at it, but now he had a harder time ignoring the politics. He shrugged, it really all hinged on if the bastard child part was true.

Like all kings, there’s whispers of bastards, and if I were a crow that wished to control a king, I would find something he loved and hold that over his head. It would be far more efficient than simply ensuring a marriage between two parties. The whole situation was a shit show, someone needed to step up and put the Crows in their place, but that was easier said than done. It had been one thing taking out a single talon, but taking out the entire Crow establishment was another thing all together.

I’m sorry my information isn’t more concrete. I have spies in a few of the talons and cuchilos but they aren’t high up and their information isn’t always reliable. It just seems to me that there must be more going on than just a marriage, the Crows aren’t usually ones to put all their eggs in one basket. There were other rumours of course, some said he was enchanted under Fran’s spell and simply her puppet while she was the one really ruling Ferelden. Another that suggested they themselves had a child in secret and that it was the real reason for why the two were suddenly together. There were even rumours he had a mistress amongst the help and that he and Fran had poly leanings. Rumours he was sure Elanna had probably already heard, figuring out which were true and which were lies was another story all together.