They've found the assassin! Tallis!

“Your Worship,” Leliana addresses you. “We've apprehended the assassin hiding in Skyhold.”

“Maker, that was quick.” you chuckle, sitting up in your throne. It seems your decision to pair Bull and Leliana together on this mission paid off. "Bring this assassin before me for judgment!"

As if on cue, the Iron Bull makes his entrance. Approaching your throne, the Qunari mercenary has what appears to be a redheaded elf draped over his broad shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Put me down, Vashedan!” the young woman huffs, kicking her spindly elven legs in defiance.

“With pleasure...” Bull grunts, unceremoniously dropping the pint-sized assassin at the foot of your throne where she lands with a thud. The elf sputters for a moment, mumbling a few words in a harsh foreign tongue before blowing the loose strands of fiery, red hair from her pale face.

Getting your first good look at this assassin, you can't help but notice just how ravishing she is. It doesn't hurt that clearly part of the elf's plan to infiltrate Skyhold involves disguising herself as one of your tavern's barmaids, skimpy rags and all. Her breasts, surprisingly large for such a lithe elven frame, are threatening to spill from her tiny top. Like the vast majority of her race, the girl has a youthful look about her, her fair-skinned face framed by locks of crimson hair.

"Huh." the assassin speaks, looking you up and down. "You're a lot fatter than I expected."

"Bold words coming from the knife-ear in shackles." you retort, idly scratching your groin.

"Oh don't worry, Inquisitor," she grins, fidgetting a bit. "I didn't plan on being in shackles..."

Suddenly, the sound of a tiny metal object hitting the stone floor rings out in your Grand Hall. Leliana peers down, bending over to pick up a hairpin that had fallen from the assassin's sleeve.

"...much longer," she says with a long, dejected sigh.

"Ahem," Leliana deliberately clears her throat. "Inquisitor, may I present to you, Tallis the elf."

“Tallis?" you repeat, the name sounding vaguely familiar.

"A title assigned to problem-solvers within the Ben-Hassrath," Leliana deftly explains.

"And much, much lower in rank than a Hissrad." Bull mentions nonchalantly, glancing over at Josephine to make certain she jots that vital piece of information down in her court summary.

"The elf and I have actually crossed paths before," Leliana reluctantly admits. "Most recently, as guests of Duke Prosper the day she aided Hawke with her legendary heist at Chateau Haine."

"Mmm, that's not all I aided her with..." Tallis smirks, arching her eyebrows suggestively.

You and Bull share a look, both admiring the mental image of Hawke and the elf going at it.

"We totally banged." Tallis clarifies after the brief moment of silence. "If that wasn't clear..."

"I'm sure it was a tale for the ages," Leliana answers dryly, attempting to keep things on track. "We discovered the elf posing as a barmaid within the Herald's Rest." the spymaster continues.

"We?" the Iron Bull counters.

"Yes, it was Bull who initially found her..." your spymaster sighs.

"So there I was, Boss," Bull laughs, launching right into his epic story. "Scoping out the tavern, enjoying my tankard of ale when out the corner of my good eye, I spot this sexy elven redhead. Y'know I've got a thing for redheads, Boss," Bull reminds you. "So I had to introduce myself..."

"You slapped me on the ass!" Tallis interjects, keen to share her own version of events.

"Tallis fled, I gave chase." Leliana summarizes. "We found her hiding in the broom closet..."

"Command center." Tallis corrects her, trying to maintain her last shred of dignity.

"Of course," Leliana responds, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Her command center..."

"So whaddya wanna do with her, Boss?" Bull asks. "My Ben-Hassrath contacts say her mission wasn't sanctioned so she's technically Tal-Vashoth now. She's yours to do with as you please."

Tallis' eyes widen at Bull's words, the sudden realization no one would be coming to save her.

"Hmm..." you deliberate, alternating between stroking your chin and your cock as you think.