"Is there not a haunted mountain somewhere hereabouts? I suppose that might meet requirements,"
Space to spread out. Horrors and demons. Etcetera.
Wren's not inclined to believe the Gallows required any further inspiration for zealotry, but she can hold her tongue. For every quick-tempered member of the devout, there are others; she has served beside them. She may not believe, but she does believe it matters. She considers:
"We all sing the same verses," A polite fiction, with translations and versions too numerous to name. "But our hearts hear them differently, no?"
She slips the lid from the box, withdraws a little wood-carved Andraste. Wren sets it carefully upon the altar, below its larger twin — a similar style, a similar pose, but not a precise copy.
"The Chant was given for a guide. There is a way within it, but we are the ones who must walk the path."
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"Is there not a haunted mountain somewhere hereabouts? I suppose that might meet requirements,"
Space to spread out. Horrors and demons. Etcetera.
Wren's not inclined to believe the Gallows required any further inspiration for zealotry, but she can hold her tongue. For every quick-tempered member of the devout, there are others; she has served beside them. She may not believe, but she does believe it matters. She considers:
"We all sing the same verses," A polite fiction, with translations and versions too numerous to name. "But our hearts hear them differently, no?"
She slips the lid from the box, withdraws a little wood-carved Andraste. Wren sets it carefully upon the altar, below its larger twin — a similar style, a similar pose, but not a precise copy.
"The Chant was given for a guide. There is a way within it, but we are the ones who must walk the path."