"Listen, I'm not going to stop anyone from doing anything to anyone who's too careless to live, since it's none of my business what any of you do in your own time," Sorrel tells them, practical about practical things, and a little bit savage, "But-- Beleth's right."
He would say this much even if he disagreed with every word she had said.
"Keeper's magic is made to protect The People, passed down all the way since before even the founding of the Dales. Both of you have a right to learn it, if you're willing, and if," He gives both Fern and Myr a sharp, serious stare, "If, you can protect that knowledge the way a Dalish Keeper would. It's not for all the world to know, and it's not for the humans-- the truth, is what gets written down and remembered, not what actually is. Both of you ought to know by now what happens to truths about magic, when they're in human hands."
He lets that sit for a while, then gently pats Beleth's shoulder to get her to let him up, and stands. That's that, the gesture seems to say, a confidence in unquestionable reality.
"So of course I'll teach you what I know. But I want to write Pel and see what she thinks. Bel, if you and Adasse would talk to Saoirse and work together to bring the Alienage's hahren around to the idea, and it might help to hear it from their own first, but if you want me, I'll help. This is settled for now; can we all agree?"
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He would say this much even if he disagreed with every word she had said.
"Keeper's magic is made to protect The People, passed down all the way since before even the founding of the Dales. Both of you have a right to learn it, if you're willing, and if," He gives both Fern and Myr a sharp, serious stare, "If, you can protect that knowledge the way a Dalish Keeper would. It's not for all the world to know, and it's not for the humans-- the truth, is what gets written down and remembered, not what actually is. Both of you ought to know by now what happens to truths about magic, when they're in human hands."
He lets that sit for a while, then gently pats Beleth's shoulder to get her to let him up, and stands. That's that, the gesture seems to say, a confidence in unquestionable reality.
"So of course I'll teach you what I know. But I want to write Pel and see what she thinks. Bel, if you and Adasse would talk to Saoirse and work together to bring the Alienage's hahren around to the idea, and it might help to hear it from their own first, but if you want me, I'll help. This is settled for now; can we all agree?"