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.
This little stone room is hardly standard diplomatic lodging.
Tucked about the back of a smithy of no particular repute, the digs are humble, and hidden from the street. It is, Foresa will explain, a recent change. The owner is sympathetic, and the Ambassadors’ residence not ideal for their present dilemma.
The floor sweeps clean beneath the statue of a woman. Though carved in miniature, her limbs taper with a grace alien to Orzammar’s proportion. A canvas of simple, windswept tones leans beside her: A portrait of the sky.
There are two cots. One is already taken by a brand-faced woman, and her infant held to breast. There’s food before there are any introductions — bread, and water, and a hard yellow cheese that Foresa presents with sly pride. The woman introduces herself as Cecilia, the sister of the accused soldier.
If Sawbones wishes to speak with the others, Foresa suggests a ladder to the narrow roof above. Feeling about the dim ledge reveals a cache of crossbow bolts tucked into a can of ash and spent cigarettes.
INFO DUMP
Both women will both answer what questions they’re able. They're also certain to tell Sawbones that:
The war above has increased the number of Casteless recruits. Cecilia's brother was among this wave.
Cecilia was the one to petition Foresa for help. She's a devoted Andrastian.
Her daughter was fathered by an officer of the Warrior Caste. As the child was a girl, they were turned away. Knowing that her brother had a temper, Cecilia refused to give him the man’s name.
This backfired. Believing he’d identified the man in question, he attacked and killed his Commanding Officer. It was the wrong guy.
Cecilia hasn’t been allowed to speak with him. Foresa is acting as a go-between, and hosting her here to prevent retaliation.
IF U WANNA ROLL
Some hours after they've crawled into bed, there sounds a gentle scrape of stone from outside. Debris has been cleared from the front of a closed, and previously hidden door.
Foresa is nowhere in sight. It’s possible, but risky, to investigate.
She wakes at the soft noises in the middle of the night. Not moving, but not needing much light to see the appearance of the hidden door and the disappearance of Foresa. It doesn't arouse suspicions so much as confirm them. It's not the first time Sawbones has lain in the dark, listening for sounds of movement, but she's there til what approximates for morning in Orzammar.
When the others arrive, she does her duty to provide an introduction. Then she makes eye contact with Vance and tips her head to the door. Not too far is a little cubby of an alleyway where a trash pile is. She takes him there and says with no preamble, "Apparently, the sister is Andrastian."
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THE COMMONS
This little stone room is hardly standard diplomatic lodging.
Tucked about the back of a smithy of no particular repute, the digs are humble, and hidden from the street. It is, Foresa will explain, a recent change. The owner is sympathetic, and the Ambassadors’ residence not ideal for their present dilemma.
The floor sweeps clean beneath the statue of a woman. Though carved in miniature, her limbs taper with a grace alien to Orzammar’s proportion. A canvas of simple, windswept tones leans beside her: A portrait of the sky.
There are two cots. One is already taken by a brand-faced woman, and her infant held to breast. There’s food before there are any introductions — bread, and water, and a hard yellow cheese that Foresa presents with sly pride. The woman introduces herself as Cecilia, the sister of the accused soldier.
If Sawbones wishes to speak with the others, Foresa suggests a ladder to the narrow roof above. Feeling about the dim ledge reveals a cache of crossbow bolts tucked into a can of ash and spent cigarettes.
INFO DUMP
Both women will both answer what questions they’re able. They're also certain to tell Sawbones that:
IF U WANNA ROLL
Some hours after they've crawled into bed, there sounds a gentle scrape of stone from outside. Debris has been cleared from the front of a closed, and previously hidden door.
Foresa is nowhere in sight. It’s possible, but risky, to investigate.
The Next Morning
When the others arrive, she does her duty to provide an introduction. Then she makes eye contact with Vance and tips her head to the door. Not too far is a little cubby of an alleyway where a trash pile is. She takes him there and says with no preamble, "Apparently, the sister is Andrastian."
no subject
"Sure," Means: Go on, means I'm listening. "Sorta figured."
(He may be confused as to which sister they're speaking of)
no subject
"When was the last time you were in Orzammar?" Is it a nonsequitor? Maybe yes, maybe no.
no subject
Twelve. He doesn't bother to correct — it's not what she's getting at (it grinds like so much salt).
no subject
Give or take. Only the Stone knew how long she'd been in the Deep Roads. She gives him a long, considering look.
"What do you know about the Warrior who got killed?"