WHO: Bastien, Darras, and Julius WHAT: Only the Inquisition is allowed to interfere with the Divine!! WHEN: Cloudreach, sometime WHERE: Val Royeaux NOTES: Divine plot! Anti-Gertruda, pro-Benedetta, almost entirely accidental.
Julius is already evaluating the situation before Darras asks directly, his expression one of a man trying to work out a complicated arithmetic problem. "I'm not a healer, but I can do a bit of healing. Combat first aid, essentially. I could try to get the shoulder from here, or wait until he's down just in case." Julius surveys the area, thinking through his options. "...I can make a shield out of a small piece of the Fade," which is definitely not alarming in any way, "but I'm honestly not sure it would help with falling damage. That's not what it's designed for."
At least, he thinks briefly, the alleyway is deserted enough that he can do whatever he needs to without worrying about drawing unwelcome attention. Orlesian self-absorption has its uses. (No offense, Batien.)
"I'd be a better climber if I weren't in robes and a Venatori hadn't crushed my foot with an axe at Ghislain," he says after a moment, frank, turning to Darras. "I could try to alter a glyph to absorb some damage, but honestly that could backfire badly enough that it might be better to just try to catch him."
Better late than never?
At least, he thinks briefly, the alleyway is deserted enough that he can do whatever he needs to without worrying about drawing unwelcome attention. Orlesian self-absorption has its uses. (No offense, Batien.)
"I'd be a better climber if I weren't in robes and a Venatori hadn't crushed my foot with an axe at Ghislain," he says after a moment, frank, turning to Darras. "I could try to alter a glyph to absorb some damage, but honestly that could backfire badly enough that it might be better to just try to catch him."
Not exactly comforting, but honest.