Score. A chuckle is not a full-blown laugh, but it's close enough that Adalia is proud of herself all the same. She grins brightly, pleased — but the smile dims as Loghain puts himself down, and then turns into a speculative frown.
"I don't know..." she says slowly, pensive, "I mean, if you raised her, some of who she is is you, isn't it? And she got to be a queen. You can't have done all that bad!"
A pause.
"Unless she's a tyrannical madwoman who's driving this Fereldan into the ground, I suppose, but then I think you'd rather disavow all knowledge of her and not claim her as your own anyway. Queen of Fereldan who? Never heard of her!"
Please laugh, she's very funny. His invitation to talk about Toril throws Adalia a bit, so much so that for a moment she doesn't know what to say — it's only fair, of course, considering how many people she's put on the spot today, but she can't help feeling slightly betrayed. She trusted you, Loghain. As she considers, Primrose comes over, and Adalia is distracted for a moment watching the wolf-dog investigate her boots.
"Ah! Um. Ummmm. Oh, okay, sure, um, so, on my plane, anyone can do magic. Literally anybody. You don't have to be born with it, though some people are," and here Adalia points to herself and winks, "You can learn to manipulate the Weave through shittons of study and practice or you can go the cheater's route and get a patron who'll give you access to some of their own power if you agree to do things for them. People born with magic are sorcerers, people who study it are wizards, and people who have patrons are warlocks."
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"I don't know..." she says slowly, pensive, "I mean, if you raised her, some of who she is is you, isn't it? And she got to be a queen. You can't have done all that bad!"
A pause.
"Unless she's a tyrannical madwoman who's driving this Fereldan into the ground, I suppose, but then I think you'd rather disavow all knowledge of her and not claim her as your own anyway. Queen of Fereldan who? Never heard of her!"
Please laugh, she's very funny. His invitation to talk about Toril throws Adalia a bit, so much so that for a moment she doesn't know what to say — it's only fair, of course, considering how many people she's put on the spot today, but she can't help feeling slightly betrayed. She trusted you, Loghain. As she considers, Primrose comes over, and Adalia is distracted for a moment watching the wolf-dog investigate her boots.
"Ah! Um. Ummmm. Oh, okay, sure, um, so, on my plane, anyone can do magic. Literally anybody. You don't have to be born with it, though some people are," and here Adalia points to herself and winks, "You can learn to manipulate the Weave through shittons of study and practice or you can go the cheater's route and get a patron who'll give you access to some of their own power if you agree to do things for them. People born with magic are sorcerers, people who study it are wizards, and people who have patrons are warlocks."