CLOSED | there's no place like home

[pittance]

WHO: Holden, Mhavos, Sawbones + Vance
WHAT: Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass.
WHEN: Vague timing.
WHERE: Orzammar.
NOTES: HMU in Discord with any questions.

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[acreage]

Oh good, that was even worse than he expected.

"The caste system," he says after a moment. "How does that work?"

[okayimin]

"Can't tell you much about the Caste system itself," she says, blandly, "I only know what I've read from books written by Surfacers. The Casteless aren't part of any of it. The Shaperate doesn't keep record of our family lines and we're not allowed formal burials, because it's believed our bodies would weaken the Stone. We don't exist, unless someone from a Caste needs a disposable body. Then it's grunt work in the Carta or noble hunting."

[murderbaby]

Mhavos doesn't look surprised; it's about what he's read. He nods, respectfully sorrowful, but keeps quiet. Adding his voice will only insult.

[acreage]

That's absolute bullshit, he thinks. He has the presence of mind not to say it.

"Or," he says at length, "the military."

It's a prompt, more than anything else. The case they're here about, after all, has to do with a Casteless soldier.

Still, that's clearly more of the same: a disposable body.

[okayimin]

She nods, "Low rank. Makes sense, given the Carta work most Dusters end up in is enforcing. Already suited for being front line fighters. Behlen's been making reforms, but that's not gonna change how folks act, especially after the way things were. Used to be if they caught you with a weapon, they'd execute you for disgracing the weapon."

Sawbones sighs, rubbing her forehead, "Wouldn't be surprised if this business had something to do with the Carta or worse. I'm more surprised something like it hasn't happened already."

[murderbaby]

A sigh. "If there's anything I can do to help... And I understand the unlikelihood of that. The offer remains. I am but a whisper away."

He taps his crystal once more.

[acreage]

"That goes for both of us."

As even more unlikely it is that he'd be able to help, he can't not offer, as well.

[okayimin]

It's a kind offer from both of them, enough to pull a small smile from her. Still, she sets her hands on her hips and huffs at the both of them.

"Oh I'll be in touch, but don't forget, I know how this place works. You lot just watch out for yourselves. The Warden's all right, but I'm not inclined to trust anybody else involved with this."

[murderbaby]

Mhavos gives his best attempt at a gracious nod, while privately wondering how easy it will be to move in the dark in a city with no night. "Of course, Sister."