Little Girl Gone

Ah yes, his dear friend Maeve was the bride in that very wedding. He was quite impressed she’d managed to bag herself a noble, human at that, not that Zevran cared. Though when he learned what a good person Lucien actually was, it was clear Maeve had won herself a considerable prize.

Well, it seemed he had some planning to do himself. Not that he knew the details of her plans yet, but he would have to rearrange his schedule a bit. Send a different Vulture to go on an errand he’d been planning to do, but that was simple enough, and anything for a Campana was definitely his priority.

Ah, yes, my dear friend Maeve. I originally thought I wouldn’t be able to attend, but perhaps I will shuffle things around and make plans to be around Orlais the next few weeks. I mean what are subordinates for if not to delegate to, yes? It was a rhetorical question, he continued. Well, I have some things to get wrapped up then, so I will take my leave. Do keep yourself safe until then, though I have every confidence I’ll see you in Orlais. Once they’d said their farewells, he took off into the forest and headed back to the Vultures safe house. He had delegating to do, and plans to make.