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Things do not go according to plan for Gregory Trevelyan and a team of scouts that was supposed to extricate Blackwall from an Orlesian prison.

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Father Figure - Part 1Straining to her utmost both to maintain her balance as she stands on tiptoe on a rickety, sadly creaking stool in front of the much taller Inquisitor, and to push back the giggle that keeps bouncing at the back of her throat at the sight of his glistening, vividly pink perspiring face, Scout Harding makes another attempt at making the buckles meet over his sucked-in stomach... No, no, wait - not Scout Harding! She told him to call her Lace! On the night of the picnic fiasco - she told him to call her Lace!
He made a special effort, almost whipping his poor horse into a lathering, wide-eyed frenzy, to arrive at the rendezvous point in the recently discovered corner of the Hissing Wastes half an hour ahead of the rest of his entourage (oh, what a glare Cassandra shot at the back of his head when he spurred on his mount and charged off into the dark, dusty unknown; he thought she would burn off half his scalp). The idea was to leap gracefully to the ground in front of her, and, with a fl


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Father Figure - Part 3Below the thick, coarse layer of burlap, the captured slaver's long, deep-throated yawn sounds like an ominous underground rumble. Lace starts at the sound and, turning away from Charter, scurries up to him, a tiny stout figure facing down a waking giant (he really does seem like one; although not particularly tall, he appears to grow more and more imposing the longer Gregory looks at him). Bracing herself for a charge to subdue him again.
The other scouts, though not as close to the slaver as the dwarf, also tensen into position - including Charter, who has finally distracted herself from inspecting the guard's body. But Gregory, their supposedly fearless Inquisitor, falls into one of his embarrassing stupors, the muddy ground swimming away from under his feet.
If Rainier were here, he would have touched his shoulder, his palm a weighty, comfortingly solid point of warmth amid the icy haze that keeps Gregory shackled, and called to him gruffly to remember to blink and breathe, and set
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Oooh, and the plot thickens!
I love the blend of humour and seriousness in this chapter - you always pull that sort of thing off perfectly, but this was especially great. From the hilarious image of a floating sleeping Solas and Gregory and his friends being cheerful pranksters, to Gregory struggling with guilt and morality, and then suddenly a dead guard and, probably a host of trouble for our heroes. It was a great way to relax the tension, only to make it even more serious-feeling when things suddenly went wrong! 
Gregory's doubts and worries were really heart-wrenching in this chapter; it's deeply sad to see him trying so hard to save his father-figure, but wanting to do the right thing at the same time. I have no idea how this is going to end up - I'm sure there'll be a happy ending, but I feel like anything could happen to achieve it, and I just love how suspenseful everything is. Amazing work! :D