[Closed] Mercy for the Elves

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Beleth, Cyril, Merrick, Pel, Nari, and Korrin. Then Beleth, Twisted Fate, Velanna, Obi-Wan, Hermione, and Mal. Also Sina is there in their spirit and also over sending crystals.
WHAT: A bunch of people to do a Dalish clan to go argue with a Keeper and then a bunch of people transport a bunch of elves to the clan in question. Interracial politics abound.
WHEN: First part is around the start of Cloudreach, the second part is around the middle of Cloudreach.
WHERE: First part is Ylenn Basin, second part is Val Royeux, then all the way to the Ylen Basin
NOTES: The plotting post regarding this is here.

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[gatheringstorm]

[Nodding with a small smile as Nari joins them, Korrin listens intently to Beleth's news. That smile soon fades as said news is hardly encouraging.]

It's all the same bullshit, in the end. [Celene was supposedly into helping elves, wasn't she? And yet, Halamshiral happened.]

Then they'll likely need supplies, to replenish what was lost. The more we can bring with us, the better.

[nadasharillen]

[The hunter reaches down absently for a nearby branch to strip and use as a poker for the small fire, nodding along as Beleth speaks. The news is all too familiar. Shem quarrels were like the windstorms on the plains. There was no bargaining with them. Sometimes all you could do was hunker down and wait for it to go away, hope it didn't last too long, hope it didn't do too much damage.

When Korrin spoke, Nari nodded her agreement.] I brought some seeds of some of the herbs we have that may not grow in that area. As far as quantity... [She 'hmm'd for a moment, pausing in her speech to break off a particularly pernicious twig] We don't want them to think that we think they can't provide for themselves. I don't know this Clan, but if it were Dahlasanor, even as tough as some years are, if a group from the Inquisition came to us offering a big pile of tradegoods, I might look on it as less a gift and more a show of force.

[A dry chuckle] But maybe I'm just proud.

[She snaps the last of the twigs off, tossing it lightly into the fire.] And paranoid.