Sketchy Mage Knitting Circle

[foundmyselfagain]

WHO: Gareth, Nell Voss, Kostos Averesch, Nikos Averesch, and Marisol Vivas
WHAT: A bunch of supposedly ex-rebels (and Nikos) talk about phylacteries and what to do about them
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Marisol's fancy Hightown house
NOTES: none atm!

"I think it's obvious what we should do."

Gareth looks up from his plate of fancy delicacies, nibbling on prosciutto and olives as he looks around. It's always nice, to be in a group of people that he knows he can trust. Who he doesn't have to hide anything from. To be with friends, if he wanted to be sappy about it.

And Nikos, of course.

"We need to figure out how to get to those boxes before they leave for Skyhold, and smash them. Why should the Inquisition get to keep them? We just saw how easy it is to use them against their owners! Why would the Inquisition even want them, unless they've got some kind of plans."

Gareth pauses for a few moment, nibbles on an olive, and then in a show of great maturity and wisdom: "And we should hide that we did it, somehow."

Comments

i'm.... so sorry..........

[exequy]

Replacing them, back-up plans for destroying them—neither is a bad idea, necessarily, but they both leave a crease between Kostos' eyebrows anyway, behind which he's thinking of a few dozen ways either could go wrong and get everyone killed. He keeps them to himself, however, and takes a long drink while glaring at the wall and listening to Marisol talk.

"The phylacteries," he says, "or the Inquisition?"

It isn't a serious question. Or: he hopes it doesn't need to be a serious question.

[foundmyselfagain]

“Both.”

He’s probably not serious, either.

Probably.