[Semi-Open (Elves)] bad news on the television

[nadasharillen]

WHO: Nari, Fern, Sorrel, and whoever else has pointy elf ears (sorry Qunari/Vashoth frens) and wants to get something rude off their chest
WHAT: A good old-fashioned yellfest about the Chantry Forest fire
WHEN: Backdated to mid-Guardian, a day or so after the Quarantine lift
WHERE: Gallows kitchen storage cellar
NOTES: CW: Dalish being Very Dalish, human bashing, mentions of character death. Salt is a way of life down here.

The cellar is cramped, but the walls are thick, the hustle and bustle of the kitchens is loud enough to further dampen the sound of incredulous and irate voices, and there are plenty of places to perch. Nahariel is sitting on one such stack of crates looking like a stormcloud, although every so often she jumps down to pace back and forth like a caged cougar, absently picking at the scar on her thumb. Her head snaps up when you come down the stairs, her lips pressed tight like they're trying to keep her helpless rage compressed inside her.

They fail.

"How could they?" she blurts out violently, as if every human in Kirkwall had held a torch and lit the underbrush on purpose.

[Let's just do this all in one thread for maximum hubbub :D just try to be aware if anyone's getting left behind]