[ Beleth is fucking exhausted, her nerves are on edge, and she's ready to throw down with someone. She's been nearly sliced in two by a pride demon, been talked down to by humans and elves, wrestled a bunch of grown ass adults into remembering that maybe saying please once in a while might help smooth things along, listen to them, members of her own group, constantly hurl insults at the People. And she had to negotiate with a group of people who didn't much care for her, Dalish and human alike.
But she succeeded. Creators help her, she succeeded. They succeeded. The Dalish were safe, and the humans were probably going to not die. A solid win.
Of course, the best person to talk to when she was in such a foul mood was undoubtedly Twisted Fate. She comes up to his side as they walk, voice quiet. ]
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But she succeeded. Creators help her, she succeeded. They succeeded. The Dalish were safe, and the humans were probably going to not die. A solid win.
Of course, the best person to talk to when she was in such a foul mood was undoubtedly Twisted Fate. She comes up to his side as they walk, voice quiet. ]
Tobrevas. Bringer of freedom.
[ She sounds quietly amused. ]
It's a strong name.