WHO: Adalia, Alistair, Freddie, Herian, Loghain, Medicine Seller, Melys, Nathaniel, Notas, Teren. WHAT: Rescuing a king, maybe. WHEN: Early Wintermarch WHERE: An island off Seheron, the Fade NOTES: Violence, disturbing imagery.
"I feel that you are quick insult my dignity and my intelligence," she replies, mildly. "I know not if it is because my experience differs from that presented to you first, or if I have caused some offence or faltered in my explanation."
It is very possibly the latter. She is not engaging or dramatic in the way that some are; not persuasive with her wit, not an artist at storytelling. She used to be, but that part of her was tied to brashness and impulsivity, and she dreads it is as likely to wound as it is to do good. She could not afford to be brash, to be emotional, when so much in the world was at stake. No; Herian remains entirely steady. That is what a knight should be, steady.
"I experienced great kindness from many in the Circles, and more than simple scraps of dignity. Please respect my word for what it is, and do not dismiss it so lightly. Calling the Circle a jail..." she swallows, and perhaps that gesture is the sole indication of how insulting she found that remark, jail, how painful.
No. Focus. This is not about me. This is not about my hurts.
"Our foremost duty is to serve the purposes of this mission, and I've not want to cause disturbance within our party. If your wish is to dismiss me as someone foolish or deceived, so be it, but I would pray you spare me your prejudices until we have completed the task the Warden has begged our assistance in." She keeps her tone even, respectful.
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It is very possibly the latter. She is not engaging or dramatic in the way that some are; not persuasive with her wit, not an artist at storytelling. She used to be, but that part of her was tied to brashness and impulsivity, and she dreads it is as likely to wound as it is to do good. She could not afford to be brash, to be emotional, when so much in the world was at stake. No; Herian remains entirely steady. That is what a knight should be, steady.
"I experienced great kindness from many in the Circles, and more than simple scraps of dignity. Please respect my word for what it is, and do not dismiss it so lightly. Calling the Circle a jail..." she swallows, and perhaps that gesture is the sole indication of how insulting she found that remark, jail, how painful.
No. Focus. This is not about me. This is not about my hurts.
"Our foremost duty is to serve the purposes of this mission, and I've not want to cause disturbance within our party. If your wish is to dismiss me as someone foolish or deceived, so be it, but I would pray you spare me your prejudices until we have completed the task the Warden has begged our assistance in." She keeps her tone even, respectful.