Trischal watched with little interest as the attack began on Greenvale. Shems killing other shems didn't concern him as much as it would other people for good reason. He was still contemplating a plan and going over the route back to where the women had been taken before being interrupted by a rather large human and his guard.<br/><br/><br/>"Oy, Elf! Our fight be elsewhere. bosses orders! Follow me or your Elf women are dead!"  Trischal nodded and followed, showing no signs of emotion."Our orders be to fight towards the center, that is! All sneaky like... No followin' orders means dead Elf lady, Elf." Trischal noted the underlying fear in his words as well as how he clumsy handled his weapon of choice.<br/><br/><i><span style="color: DarkOrange">By the gods, I'm being caged by idiots.</span></i>He thought as the group worked its way around the side streets.<br/><br/>As the group approached the center, they were greeted by the sight of a hastily armed militia of women bearing instruments used in cooking. Trischal arched an eyebrow at the sight of something so out of place that it was enough to give the bandits he traveled with pause. A moment pass before the oafish leader of the small bandit group spoke to the lead of the armed women. Trischal looked over the situation in his mind. He could pretend to attack the women along with the bandits and then backstab at least two men before they caught on. The others would have their hands full dealing with the armed group in front of them and he could slip away in the darkness of the forest. He didn't want to have to defend himself against the women since his facial tattoos would mark him as Dalish. Trischal didn't want to bring back any more bad news to the clan then he absolutely had to.<br/><br/>Just before Trischal put his plan into motion, a voice cried out and stopped him from unsheathing his blades as the bandits turned to look.<br/>"In the name of the Maker and the blessed Andraste, bring yourself and those women back to the chantry!"<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOrange"><i>...Son of a bitch...</i></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>