i'll be your shadow in the dark

[byblow]

WHO: Alistair, Dorian Pavus, Rafael Viteri, Scipio the Marvel, some horses, some darkspawn.
WHAT: Chekhov's vials of darkspawn blood.
WHEN: Early Firstfall.
WHERE: Mountain paths and what's left of Haven.

N—

Bunch of mining tunnels under ruins. Darkspawn peeking their heads through. Got Wardens up there don't you?

—J

Comments

[liberalum]

"Ha. They won't forget me. Better men have tried."

Jauntily, confidently delivered, equal parts jest and truth. Dorian hasn't exactly been discreet as to his affiliations, or uninvolved from what constitutes (laughably) as politicking amongst the motley crew of leadership. His feet idle in his stirrups with a shift of leather and metal.

"And you are, of course, very welcome. It was a terrible infestation, but that's Tevinter -- we typically prefer to travel in swarms. Now, did you refer to the Arl of Redcliffe as your uncle? What a charmingly small world we live in."

[byblow]

Alistair grins wide, the kind of rim that stands in for laughter when the mood doesn't quite call for it. He can imagine Dorian makes an impression on everyone, even if he doesn't throw things at them from on high as an introduction.

"Not my real uncle," he says, belatedly, with some regret. "My mother was the old Arl's servant, and my father was his and Arl Teagan's brother-in-law. They took me in to protect their sisters' honor or something." Or something. Queen Rowan had been dead for years by the time Alistair was born. But that's the story he was told. "I haven't seen them since the Blight, now--" He is, technically speaking, exiled. "--but they're good men."