"The what?" This shem can't be Alistair; Anders described him as a Senior Warden, not--whatever this is. She stands up on her tip-toes to try to look past him, around him, into the office, to see if there's someone responsible and respectable and not weird lurking back there who she can speak to. But nope, aside from the guy in front of her, the place looks empty.
Dubiously, she eyes him again and folds her skinny arms over her chest. She squares her shoulders, juts out her jaw, and tries to draw herself up to her full height (which is only a few inches over five feet, but she's trying, ok).
"I want to join the Grey Wardens," she says as solemnly and seriously as she can manage, which truthfully just makes her sound a little stuck up. But despite appearances, her eyes look rather worried and vulnerable as they dart away from Alistair, and then back again. "..Please."
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"The what?" This shem can't be Alistair; Anders described him as a Senior Warden, not--whatever this is. She stands up on her tip-toes to try to look past him, around him, into the office, to see if there's someone responsible and respectable and not weird lurking back there who she can speak to. But nope, aside from the guy in front of her, the place looks empty.
Dubiously, she eyes him again and folds her skinny arms over her chest. She squares her shoulders, juts out her jaw, and tries to draw herself up to her full height (which is only a few inches over five feet, but she's trying, ok).
"I want to join the Grey Wardens," she says as solemnly and seriously as she can manage, which truthfully just makes her sound a little stuck up. But despite appearances, her eyes look rather worried and vulnerable as they dart away from Alistair, and then back again. "..Please."