The evening had been a pleasant one. Silent... A rarity in Kirkwall's slums, but you took every spect of tranquility you could get. This city had a way of tearing people part viciously, and you refused to become one of its many forgotten victims.

However, you should've known that nothing peaceful could ever last in this forsaken place... Just as you had gotten settled in for the night; there came knocking on your door.

The old thing creaked and groaned under the weight of heavy, firm presence- someone who clearly wanted to be noticed... Then a voice rung out behind the wood, slightly muffled, and the knob rattled lightly; turning uselessly, as you had obviously locked it.

"Templar Order. Open up." The voice wasn't harsh, but nor was it kind. The banging of knocking returned; a little impatient when you didn't answer at first.

What could you do? Give yourself up willingly? As if a Templar could ever be gentle, understanding... You knew their kind all too well. They were all the same.