It had been some time since Nerva had returned to her homeland, but this part of Orlais wasn't as familiar as it should have been. She had never been on the richer side of the spectrum, so standing around the manor - in full armour, of course - made her itch. She frowned at a fountain in the courtyard, as if it would answer her questions, and couldn't help but openly stare at any servants who happened to come under her gaze. Inquisition members, however, got a slightly more cordial head-nod.
II. HIGH QUARTER
How she ended up with 'undersirables' as friends and companions was anyone's guess, but Nerva had never dealt very well with people telling her what to do when she didn't want to do it. So she offered her services to anyone in the Inquisition who wanted to go shopping with a well-armed escort - Elves, Tal-vashoth, the works. Even mages had been offered her services. After all, she was a native - she spoke the language, and she wore her armour well: few dared to mess with her.
And at least this way she could keep an eye on anyone from the Inquisition that might be interested in starting trouble...
Nerva Lecuyer | OTA
It had been some time since Nerva had returned to her homeland, but this part of Orlais wasn't as familiar as it should have been. She had never been on the richer side of the spectrum, so standing around the manor - in full armour, of course - made her itch. She frowned at a fountain in the courtyard, as if it would answer her questions, and couldn't help but openly stare at any servants who happened to come under her gaze. Inquisition members, however, got a slightly more cordial head-nod.
II. HIGH QUARTER
How she ended up with 'undersirables' as friends and companions was anyone's guess, but Nerva had never dealt very well with people telling her what to do when she didn't want to do it. So she offered her services to anyone in the Inquisition who wanted to go shopping with a well-armed escort - Elves, Tal-vashoth, the works. Even mages had been offered her services. After all, she was a native - she spoke the language, and she wore her armour well: few dared to mess with her.
And at least this way she could keep an eye on anyone from the Inquisition that might be interested in starting trouble...
V. WILDCARD