Morrigan's experience with instruments is limited mostly to bards and the lutes they carry with them, such was Leliana's way and long does the trend continue even now. Whatever the thing he has with him is, she wants to know, eyes having clapped upon it as a magpie might with some bright glimmer when on the wing and she uses her staff to secure her footing. (Looser stands and shale, clinging where scrubby grasses grow aren't where elven ruins tend to be. Unfamiliar at last.)
The air here is thick with salt in a way she isn't used to either, fresher as they start to climb and she likes it more than in the city where everything is so stale. The press of stone and bodies, always a cooking smell or someone's mess, the stench of the taverns or whatever someone's brewing. Lothering was interesting as a girl but still small, remote. Nothing like what's been thrust upon them.
"Tis a very rare flower, I noted they had none in the gardens. I hope to be here long enough that it might grow for cuttings and to carry seeds for when I depart," Morrigan explains without actually really explaining because Dragon Age 2 doesn't actually tell you what that herb is used for so thanks for nothing, Herbalist's Tasks.
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The air here is thick with salt in a way she isn't used to either, fresher as they start to climb and she likes it more than in the city where everything is so stale. The press of stone and bodies, always a cooking smell or someone's mess, the stench of the taverns or whatever someone's brewing. Lothering was interesting as a girl but still small, remote. Nothing like what's been thrust upon them.
"Tis a very rare flower, I noted they had none in the gardens. I hope to be here long enough that it might grow for cuttings and to carry seeds for when I depart," Morrigan explains without actually really explaining because Dragon Age 2 doesn't actually tell you what that herb is used for so thanks for nothing, Herbalist's Tasks.