(closed) make like a tree and wreak havoc on unsuspecting villagers for generations

[exequy]

WHO: Pietro, Solas, Kostos
WHAT: Investigating rumors of elven burial grounds cursing villagers in the Dales
WHEN: Sometime pre-Tevinter
WHERE: Orlais
NOTES: For this assignment!

Comments

[supersonic]

Pietro's eyes do a sort of slow pan over to Solas, not missing the implication. Solas may be willing, but Pietro isn't quite so accommodating. At least, not without being reasonably certain they'd get anything out of it, and, well. "Even if we do make Kostos play fancy rich human, he's still got the wrong accent for this lot."

That last closed door hadn't been over the shape of anyone's ears, after all. But whatever their shortcomings as a team, or in Pietro's opinion the shortcomings of the residents of this town, it's not as if they've got anything else to work with. Just perhaps not quite like that.

"Come on," he says to Kostos, with a nod in the direction he indicated. "The least you can do is play compass. Dangerous to them may not necessarily mean useful to us, but if it is elven, I am certainly not just letting them keep it."