As the ship arrives at Antiva Port Legolas is the first to set his feet on solid ground via the poling board and he greats every single one of the dock workers. I have this stupid sentence in mind “Don´t worry, he just wants to play”, but I shake my head and swallow it fast.
Varric has a big fat grin upon his face as he walks past me with his luggage and Bianca on his back.
“Well, Hawke, I never thought you would know such words?...Now I know why they say silent waters run deep…”
Of course he heard it; perhaps the whole ship had heard it. I shoot him a warning glance and then look at Isabela who is giving some last orders to her men. Then she dances towards us, hip-swinging, and stands between the two of us, slinging one arm around each of us.
“Well, Antiva finally. I can´t wait to study every part of it.” Of course her very nasty and rude view lies all over Fenris’ body; he leaves her there and walks down the pole towards Varric and Legolas. I poke her hip. “Hawke, I’m only a woman and I have my needs and to hear how you two are getting it on is not really satisfying for me.” She hisses into my ear. Oh Maker, what have I done? A desire demon would pale when compared to her. Isabela is tracking her target and the target’s name is definitely Fenris! Damn Zevran, damn Fangirl hormones. I follow Fenris who carries all of our luggage plus his broad sword with ease on his back. “Alright, let’s take a look if there are any vacant rooms in the tavern “The Merry Maid” As Isabela walks past me, I notice that she´s not wearing a corset instead of that she has knotted her white tunic under her breasts and hello to her absolutely slim brown belly. Along with it she wears hot pants and I think that Isabela invented them, for sure; she combined this with her normal long boots.
The dock workers stopped whatever they were doing and have now begun to drool.
It´s nice and warm here in Antiva and I´m happy that I´m wearing my skirt. We follow Isabela all the way through little tiny alleys, and the houses and the richness of this city reminds me of Venice but without the waterways.
And they have real shops with real shop windows and not only those lame market stalls. The Tavern is not very far from the port and there is a leather ware shop across the street. And yes, they have boots…
Before we enter the tavern a cold shiver runs up and down my spine which is really odd because it´s like 90 degrees Fahrenheit here. I shake my head, ignore the raise of my hackles, and step into the tavern. And this “Merry Maid” is yummy. Modern and clean and it smells so good. I think this could be the honey wine Isabela mentioned before.
My feet don´t stick to the floor and for now I give the “Merry Maid” 3+ stars…maybe it could get better after I taste the food and test the bed.
But before that Isabela walks through the tavern every Tom, Dick and Harry begins to drool but I know she needs this kind of attention like a flower needs the sun.
She leans on the counter, all men and I look at her sexy bum. Then I catch myself looking to Fenris, checking whether he looks as well and hell yes, his green eyes are all over her Rivain outlays.
Damn it! Why do I feel jealous now? Sarah, this is your entire fault and yours alone, now you have to deal with it. Think of Zevran. The thought of him whips a dirty little smile on my face.
There is Isabela and in her hands she has three big iron keys.
“Sorry, but your Mabari must sleep in front of the fireplace. It´s not allow bringing him into the rooms.” While Isabela says this, she strokes Legolas´ head and he whimpers shortly as if he had understood what the pirate had said.
Okay, I´m happy that he is not allowed in our room, there are some activities I don´t like him to watch me. We all follow Isabela through a long corridor towards the guestrooms; of course she knows where to go after all it’s not her first time in Antiva.
Then she stops and hands Varric one of the keys.
“Alright, this is yours, darling.” Varric takes the key, opens his room and I can catch a sneak preview of it; it´s clean and very rustic.
“Let´s meet after sunset to eat and play some cards?” Isabela asks into Varric´s direction.
“Hell yes, I will be there, sweetie.” With these words Varric closes the door behind him.
The pirate ambles through the hallway…at the very end of the corridor she stops, uses one of the keys.
I hold my breath as I see the room for the first time. Is she crazy? Okay; in your face. Well, what if Zevran had lain naked on red silk; it would have been even flashier. Alright, I see one thing in the room and that is a big canopy bed and I can imagine some dirty stuff that could happen here. Fenris enters the room, puts the luggage on the floor and leans his broad sword against the wall next to the bed…
Well, that could get ugly…………..