Alright. Well, I will let you get to it. I hope it... brewed? Well?
( ??? She has no idea about what the relevant terms would be. Is potion like soup? She just does not know. )
I will. And you too. Rest up and stuff.
( ??? She has no idea about what the relevant terms would be. Is potion like soup? She just does not know. )
I will. And you too. Rest up and stuff.
( Okay, maybe she likes this nickname. Maybe she sort of digs it. )
Thanks, Captain. Sleep well.
( and now she is hanging up before this turns into an awkward pause kind of place. )
Thanks, Captain. Sleep well.
( and now she is hanging up before this turns into an awkward pause kind of place. )
"I... The official stance says no, that they seek people to be Wardens after spending time as a recruit. The truth of the matter is that few would volunteer to be a Warden except during a Blight, and they generally don't have time for training then. If the Wardens are to keep their numbers up, they have to make offers to those with no other options. Myself, Nate, Teren, Bethany, Felix, we were all of us about to die for various reasons. Velanna had lost everything. I don't know about the others, but I'd wager most of them had no choices left."
His words are quiet, thoughtful. It's not exactly above-board, either. No one knows that they're not getting a whole other chance at life until after they join, and no one knows they might die while Joining.
"And while your question is entirely logical, there are a few things to remember. One, healer. I'd have no cuts if I went maleficar. Two, she was angry beyond logic. You know how it is - no one gets a third escape attempt. Two tends to be when they kill them. It was simply that I had a rare gift, and a great deal of it, that I survived, and the Templars who had been so pleased with themselves for bringing me in that second time found all of their satisfaction and sense of justice thwarted. The anger mounted with each escape and every time I survived another punishment. What's worse for them is they thought the sixth punishment would end me." He gives her a bitter smile. "It nearly did. But as you can see... So there was no reasoning with her. There was no reasoning with any Templar from Kinloch Hold. I was a sign that their power was not absolute, and they were furious."
His words are quiet, thoughtful. It's not exactly above-board, either. No one knows that they're not getting a whole other chance at life until after they join, and no one knows they might die while Joining.
"And while your question is entirely logical, there are a few things to remember. One, healer. I'd have no cuts if I went maleficar. Two, she was angry beyond logic. You know how it is - no one gets a third escape attempt. Two tends to be when they kill them. It was simply that I had a rare gift, and a great deal of it, that I survived, and the Templars who had been so pleased with themselves for bringing me in that second time found all of their satisfaction and sense of justice thwarted. The anger mounted with each escape and every time I survived another punishment. What's worse for them is they thought the sixth punishment would end me." He gives her a bitter smile. "It nearly did. But as you can see... So there was no reasoning with her. There was no reasoning with any Templar from Kinloch Hold. I was a sign that their power was not absolute, and they were furious."
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"She asked if Corypheus' seeming deathlessness might be the same magic that made elves immortal. I said if Tevinter had that magic, we'd know it."
"That's the most terrifying alternative I might never have thought of."
"So when she said naive, she had a point."
She takes a longer drink of wine.
"Mythal'enaste, I'm glad to be Dalish."
She takes a longer drink of wine.
"Mythal'enaste, I'm glad to be Dalish."
"You know, in most peoples' worlds, just because a thing is imaginable doesn't mean it's likely. Just in the Inquisition."
Another drink.
"Get in line. Although you're human, they might give you an office if you ask. The rest of us use the library."
Another drink.
"Get in line. Although you're human, they might give you an office if you ask. The rest of us use the library."
"They found one for Morrigan. Who came into the Inquisition after me and is human."
She doesn't want an office, and she's aware Morrigan is far more traveled and studied than she is, but frankly? The surface level just looks bad when their department is the elven arcane and she's allowed to be occasionally salty about it.
She doesn't want an office, and she's aware Morrigan is far more traveled and studied than she is, but frankly? The surface level just looks bad when their department is the elven arcane and she's allowed to be occasionally salty about it.
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That cheers Pel up. She laughs.
"Honestly, Morrigan might have just taken it. Might be the only way to get any kind of space round here.
"Morrigan's tried to make up for it by screening for elven assistants. I think she knows it looks bad, heading up a department about elven research."
"Honestly, Morrigan might have just taken it. Might be the only way to get any kind of space round here.
"Morrigan's tried to make up for it by screening for elven assistants. I think she knows it looks bad, heading up a department about elven research."
"I know. Sometimes it feels like saving space for those who need it least. I know it's still our space. But I can't imagine being someone I could be around if I demanded aristocratic comforts everywhere I went."
"It is absurd!" Pel scrunches her nose, missing the point. "If you're someone's guest, you try not to put everyone out trying to please you. But if you're rich enough, you can do as you please and people will call it an honor. Even the Inquisition."
Hey— Adelaide?
( There is just the faintest hint of strain in her voice; she is in a lot of pain and taking considerable pains to try and keep it under control. Rain cannot be heard - she is out of the Fallow Mire, now, and in the Hinterlands.
Earlier today some Inquisition requisition folks will hopefully have also delivered an obscenely huge stash of herbs and seeds and other requested materials. )
Is now a bad time?
( There is just the faintest hint of strain in her voice; she is in a lot of pain and taking considerable pains to try and keep it under control. Rain cannot be heard - she is out of the Fallow Mire, now, and in the Hinterlands.
Earlier today some Inquisition requisition folks will hopefully have also delivered an obscenely huge stash of herbs and seeds and other requested materials. )
Is now a bad time?
Oh, great.
( Not quite as peppy as usual, it seems, despite an effort. )
IIII was just wondering if you were still the lady to talk to about shards and their, you know... quirks?
( Not quite as peppy as usual, it seems, despite an effort. )
IIII was just wondering if you were still the lady to talk to about shards and their, you know... quirks?
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