VII. CLOSED.

[liberalum]

WHO: Dorian Pavus and his devoted hangers-on.
WHAT: Catching up on some gossip, probably. Among other things.
WHEN: Throughout Kingsway.
WHERE: Orlais, Skyhold.
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[stabsbooks]

[ For the first time since the news of Martel's capture, Cassandra is, if not happy, then at least content. Leliana had been right - getting away from the estate and keeping herself busy and productive is far preferable to sitting gloomily and thinking of all the things she cannot do to help.

She smiles grimly as yet another demon falls to her sword, and looks over just in time to catch Dorian delivering a surprisingly impressive blow to the last one. Cassandra takes no note of the soldiers' leery looks; she is used to such expressions - though usually aimed at her rather than Dorian - and has learned to ignore them. ]

Well done. [ She walks across the grass to him, reveling in the fresh air, the adrenaline still coursing through her body, the feeling of having accomplished something. ] Though if you wish to continue beating demons with a stick rather than making use of your magic, I might offer some advice on your form.

[liberalum]

[ Compliments from Cassandra Pentaghast are enough to warrant a raised eyebrow as Dorian allows his robe hems to fall back into place. He turns his shoulder to where his felled demon is collapsing into steaming ichor, giving off all kinds of horrible smells that he has now become utterly immune to.

Ah, there it is. ]

That's the thing about sticks that they apparently don't teach you in the southern Circles -- when you're in need of but are completely out of lyrium, you can always hit your opponent.

[ He angles his staff against his shoulder as he tips his head, looking past her at the carnage currently melting into the frosty fields. ]

A little unconventional against demons, I'll admit.

[stabsbooks]

Is this the terrible secret of the Magisters that we were all so afraid of? Melee attacks?

[ She smirks, cleaning her sword and sliding it back into its scabbard. ]

Though to be fair, hitting demons has always worked well enough for me.

[liberalum]

I suppose that's true enough.

[ He had smiled, briefly and thinly, at her first remark. ]

Perhaps there ought to be a wager. [ He illustrates his contemplation, fingers to chin. ] Will Corypheus be bested by sword, or a face full of magic? Given the state of our internal politics, I'm shocked no one's started taking bets.

Or am I being a touch optimistic?

[stabsbooks]

Do not give them any ideas.

[ She rolls her eyes, shaking her head. ]

We will need much of both if we are to have a chance at defeating him. As for your optimism, it can only help. If we do not believe it is possible, it certainly will not be.