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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[liberalum]

Oh, do I know well those trysts in the alcove. They all start to look the same, don't they? Not to mention, terribly cramped.

[ A loose-wristed gesture with his wine. ]

Perhaps you would. If studying time magic has taught me anything, it's that the future is a multitude of endless variation, and the past is as real as a Fade dream after a particularly sour lamb pie. All we have at our true disposal is the present.

[fleurdesel]

I have never before had someone that encouraged selfishness quite so eloquently as you, Dorian.

[ And yet- in this perhaps she might be permitted to be selfish.

To hold this fragile thing close to her chest. ]

Best that we make the most of what we have, yes?