Both Vidal and Aleigh blink at Robert, a little surprised that someone wants to hear their complaints. Merrill gets a sad smile from Vidal.
"There were injuries, and we lost two. But that's why, when we sent to the Grey Wardens, we asked for a healer too. Garrett was very helpful there." A black cat with white boots and a silver bell on a blue collar strolls up like she owns the place and threads between Vidal's legs before heading for Jamie's and sniffing at him. She pats his boot as if asking to be picked up.
Aleigh seems to be trying very hard to not look at the cat, though it could just be him trying to work out how someone for once wanted to hear what he had to say. "The lessons we were taught were fairly simple. How to beat someone into submission. How to bully. How to make someone's existence a living misery. But most of all, how to kill. That's what they taught us in the Circles, how to be a living weapon for anyone who had the money to pay the Chantry. I'm planning on joining a mercenary company when I move on. They can pay me to do what the Circles taught me to do."
Vidal's smile gets sadder still as she shrugs, trying to make this seem normal, somehow. "They taught loss, and some of us learned better than others. The world will never be fair, but it's becoming a little more so when we return the favor. That's not to say all of us hate all Templars, or something."
"Speak for yourself," Aleigh mutters.
She shoots him a Look before continuing. "Some of us do. And some of us just want to stay free and not see others suffer the way people we care about have. It's not a crime to fight when there's a war on."
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"There were injuries, and we lost two. But that's why, when we sent to the Grey Wardens, we asked for a healer too. Garrett was very helpful there." A black cat with white boots and a silver bell on a blue collar strolls up like she owns the place and threads between Vidal's legs before heading for Jamie's and sniffing at him. She pats his boot as if asking to be picked up.
Aleigh seems to be trying very hard to not look at the cat, though it could just be him trying to work out how someone for once wanted to hear what he had to say. "The lessons we were taught were fairly simple. How to beat someone into submission. How to bully. How to make someone's existence a living misery. But most of all, how to kill. That's what they taught us in the Circles, how to be a living weapon for anyone who had the money to pay the Chantry. I'm planning on joining a mercenary company when I move on. They can pay me to do what the Circles taught me to do."
Vidal's smile gets sadder still as she shrugs, trying to make this seem normal, somehow. "They taught loss, and some of us learned better than others. The world will never be fair, but it's becoming a little more so when we return the favor. That's not to say all of us hate all Templars, or something."
"Speak for yourself," Aleigh mutters.
She shoots him a Look before continuing. "Some of us do. And some of us just want to stay free and not see others suffer the way people we care about have. It's not a crime to fight when there's a war on."