[closed-ish] Building Bridges

[doneisdone]

WHO: Teren, Barty, Brienne, Val, anyone else who might like to join
WHAT: meeting with the Legion of the Dead to see where that dang ol Architect done gone off to
WHEN: sometime in Solace idk
WHERE: The Deep Roads
NOTES: warning for dwarf bullshit

Does anyone actually like the Deep Roads? An awful sunless pit filled with creepy crawlies and Darkspawn, and, worst of all, dwarf politics, and yet it is here that the Wardens are destined to spend their final days.
Teren nonetheless has been in decent spirits since beginning their descent, perhaps because, unlike the last time she was here, she has all her weapons and isn't half-naked and surrounded by mewling incompetents.

Well, there's the Orlesian, but three out of four ain't bad.

"Ever dealt with Legion of the Dead?" she asks Barty, hoping he'll say yes and take point in talking to them. She always feels strange interacting with dwarves-- they're just so...

...short.

Comments

[servility]

"Joined to do something of purpose with their existences," she says, as reluctant as she is to encourage him any. "Whatever you've done, dead is dead and your footing is all too even. I imagine it might be liberating." She certainly wouldn't be interested in joining up herself, but she can see a sort of draw to it. Knows more than a few individuals who might be drawn by such an offer.

Her brow knits a little, and she huffs out a breath through her nose. "Or perhaps they've enlisted to avoid men like you." In case he got too comfortable with her participation - they can't be having that. For what it's worth, her insults are more resigned than scathing.

[doneisdone]

Teren seems about to comment, but then Brienne does it for her. She looks over her shoulder at the woman with an impenetrable expression, then glances to Barty as if gauging how likely he is to throw Val off a cliff, then looks forward again with a quiet, subtly pleased expression.
Everyone's getting along just fine.

[gentlecountry]

Barty meets her eyes automatically, then rolls them stoneward in a silent plea for patience. He's not doing it on purpose, Val is just naturally like this. Or would it be better if he were? He can't decide.

"Thank you," He says to Brienne, and breathes to clear the frustration. No sense in clubbing fancy nugs for meat, as satisfying at it might be, "Anywho, the Legion's the one who made this here report, and it's the legion we'll need to talks to. Assuming, of course, we can gets Orzammar to opens the gate. Pert near impossible task, some days."

Because, you see, they are The Worst.

"But I thinks with two wardens and Teren's knack for a good Evil Eye, we cans manage somehow. If nots, we can always starts over from another entrance. 'Course that's a lot more dangerous for you two, so it's not to be preferred. Shouldn't be long, either way."

[degenere]

Far from being offended, Val chuckles at Brienne's comment. "There are," he tells her, looking around at her so that he can give her a wink, "no men like me, I am an original," but then he turns around again to consider the rest of the way before them and their plan for proceeding on and so forth.

Hmmm, again.

"I do not mind for danger, my friend. Why, danger, it is a possibility that we all face every day, yes? On some days, such as today, it is more heightened by our whereabouts and our situation and the work before us. But a man might find him in danger even while on a pleasure trip. Or in his own home. And of course here we have wardens and Evil Eyes and a very tall woman. And me, not to be forgotten or discounted. So, onward to Orzammer, I say! Let us have the gate opened for us, or else find a gate that will. It is all so very exciting."

jesus i'm so sorry

[servility]

A 'very tall woman', how very Tormund of him. This somehow manages to feel even less complimentary than the Wildling's assertations, as crude as those even were - but she keeps her mouth shut about it.

She does, however, wish to glean a little more about the specific dangers that this Warden is referring to. "More dangerous for us - because of the Darkspawn taint, correct?" As much as she'd prefer not to seem ignorant, she'll take 'looking ignorant' over 'being ignorant' any day.

[doneisdone]

"Ay." Teren's answer is measured, restraining herself from responding too brusquely: not everyone knows, least of all Rifters, and not all fo them will give her shit for it like Magni.
"So you two'd do well to keep back should we encounter any. The dwarf and I aren't like to get the Taint, not like you would."