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Such bloody engagements
WHO: Araceli Bonaventura, Korrin Ataash, Tyrion Lannister, Zevran Arainai
WHAT: We're going to need a bigger boat (we're going to actually need boats plural)
WHEN: Drakonis, 9:48
WHERE: Waking Sea to Orzammarish
NOTES: ooc plot post; language, threats of physical violence and torture
WHAT: We're going to need a bigger boat (we're going to actually need boats plural)
WHEN: Drakonis, 9:48
WHERE: Waking Sea to Orzammarish
NOTES: ooc plot post; language, threats of physical violence and torture
Routine. It was all meant to be routine. Qunari dreadnoughts to outrun had become routine at some point in the last few years same as being absent a left hand and answering to Leandra in public instead of Araceli but when the Inquisition asked something of her, she would still answer. Leviathan for all that she'd given it a seemingly grandiose name was a moderately sized ship suited for speed more than anything else, getting supplies and people where they needed to be and getting the hell away from anything that could take them out.
(If Thedas had cannons but they would be in Qunari hands, in Venatori hands, and the nightmares Araceli had had at first before she'd tucked those away had nearly woken her screaming every night.)
Transporting someone for a diplomatic mission - she'd laughed to Korrin about it, hadn't she? Bitter in a way her namesake would have wept over, what diplomacy is left - but sailing. People hauling the sails, running around the deck. A rifter diplomat so she'd had to pay everyone coming along double to shut their mouths, then had to up a few rations to keep them sweet but this is what you do in a time of war.
She assumes.
"Captain, might want to take a look at this!"
(If Thedas had cannons but they would be in Qunari hands, in Venatori hands, and the nightmares Araceli had had at first before she'd tucked those away had nearly woken her screaming every night.)
Transporting someone for a diplomatic mission - she'd laughed to Korrin about it, hadn't she? Bitter in a way her namesake would have wept over, what diplomacy is left - but sailing. People hauling the sails, running around the deck. A rifter diplomat so she'd had to pay everyone coming along double to shut their mouths, then had to up a few rations to keep them sweet but this is what you do in a time of war.
She assumes.
"Captain, might want to take a look at this!"