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.
The map is all of Thedas, scattered with white stones—and two, emitting gentle like, like the lyrium glowstones in Orlais. The books are primarily draconology and old legends. And the woman is an elf, once she turns her head and her hair shifts to show her ears, and older, though not quite old.
She shakes her head at Loghain, but that seems to be instinct rather than disagreement, because her eyes go wide and her mouth stays shut. She looks from him, to the head of Nathaniel's arrow to anyone else in the room, and whispers—keeping quiet, doing well—"Are you here for Titus?"
"Yes," Alistair says from the doorway. It's not quite true; they're here for Maric. But Titus is going to die before they leave, too.
The woman exhales, then says, "Can I go with you when you leave?"
"Yes," Alistair says again. Anyone who disagrees with him can fight him. Or use logic. Whichever. But he doesn't anticipate this lot arguing with him about taking someone who wants to leave off the island, not when their hearts bleed enough to get them here in search of a dead king in the first place.
He doesn't leave the doorway, busy keeping half an eye on the end of the corridor in case someone else comes looking, but he glances in and raises his eyebrows questioningly at Nathaniel. What, as they say in the Marches, is up?
Herian arrives with a sword hanging at her side - a new sword, rather, with a strange translucent quality to it.
"We should take the map, mark the stones locations," more to herself than any of the others in particular, looking for a quill, something she can use to mark the map. She's not sure of the significance, but it could be something useful, even if she has exactly no idea what the map might mean just yet. A quick glance to the woman, after Alistair confirms that she will be coming with them. She has no protest to make; she's not about to deny someone freedom. After just a moment of hesitation, she asks the woman, "Do you know what the map is for?"
Maybe it won't be relevant for anything, but it could be.
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She shakes her head at Loghain, but that seems to be instinct rather than disagreement, because her eyes go wide and her mouth stays shut. She looks from him, to the head of Nathaniel's arrow to anyone else in the room, and whispers—keeping quiet, doing well—"Are you here for Titus?"
"Yes," Alistair says from the doorway. It's not quite true; they're here for Maric. But Titus is going to die before they leave, too.
The woman exhales, then says, "Can I go with you when you leave?"
"Yes," Alistair says again. Anyone who disagrees with him can fight him. Or use logic. Whichever. But he doesn't anticipate this lot arguing with him about taking someone who wants to leave off the island, not when their hearts bleed enough to get them here in search of a dead king in the first place.
He doesn't leave the doorway, busy keeping half an eye on the end of the corridor in case someone else comes looking, but he glances in and raises his eyebrows questioningly at Nathaniel. What, as they say in the Marches, is up?
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"We should take the map, mark the stones locations," more to herself than any of the others in particular, looking for a quill, something she can use to mark the map. She's not sure of the significance, but it could be something useful, even if she has exactly no idea what the map might mean just yet. A quick glance to the woman, after Alistair confirms that she will be coming with them. She has no protest to make; she's not about to deny someone freedom.
After just a moment of hesitation, she asks the woman, "Do you know what the map is for?"
Maybe it won't be relevant for anything, but it could be.