Nathaniel is given a soft smile over her shoulder while Jayne is scratched behind the ears. It's some comfort, in a dark time. None of them have answers, none of them know enough, but they're together.
"Stay safe," Merrill implores their warden with the crooked cloak, Trabent- whose name she perhaps never would have known, otherwise. "All of this screams of mind control, of blood magic. Trust yourself over anyone else."
And then she does follow the Roostmaster, because- well, because Merrill wants to know what is going on.
"Hahren!" It's called out, though she doesn't know if the woman will respond. Still, some respect may go a long way, even if it's Dalish respect. "Please, tell us what the orders are -- and what they were. I do not want to let demons destroy you, but I cannot let Corypheus take control. We need answers. And if you refuse to give them-"
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"Stay safe," Merrill implores their warden with the crooked cloak, Trabent- whose name she perhaps never would have known, otherwise. "All of this screams of mind control, of blood magic. Trust yourself over anyone else."
And then she does follow the Roostmaster, because- well, because Merrill wants to know what is going on.
"Hahren!" It's called out, though she doesn't know if the woman will respond. Still, some respect may go a long way, even if it's Dalish respect. "Please, tell us what the orders are -- and what they were. I do not want to let demons destroy you, but I cannot let Corypheus take control. We need answers. And if you refuse to give them-"
Can she threaten this? Can she truly?
Yes, she can.
"If you refuse to give them, we will leave."