WHO: Fenris, Jone, & YOU. WHAT: Fenris & Jone are back in Kirkwall. WHEN: When... people... are back in Kirkwall... waves hand. WHERE: KIRKWALL NOTES: None yet.
"Ah." He's immediately curious; what sort of weapon does she use, is she some kind of berserker? But he feels that those questions are better asked when she's not very clearly taking a break from some sort of recreational engagement with another. "What do you do here? More mercenary work?" He waves a hand. "If your person is awaiting your food, feel free to ignore my questions in favor of all that."
"He's asleep," Jone says with a shrug, "wore him out."
But anyway- she grins, happy to be paid attention for skill, and not something lesser like appearance. "I work the training yard," she says. "Fighting styles, tennis, some other things. If you've a need of technique, I can try to drill it in, lad."
He gives her a very small, rather quiet, round of applause. Good job, Jone; wear that man out, whomever he is.
Fighting styles and tennis. His eyebrows go up. "Haven't played tennis in ages." He wasn't sure that was what the courts were for, but he's glad to have gotten a sort of sideways confirmation. Also being called 'lad' is a little odd when he's fairly certain he's got several centuries on this woman, but that's not worth mentioning. "I'll have to take you up on that."
Jone would be a very different person if that didn't immediately endear her to this Loki bloke. Has his priorities in order, him.
"I'm there most days," she scratches her head, thinking. "Give it a day or so. Been busy. Usually, I'm a better mind for work, but we almost died and all."
"Understandable, that." Loki was here for some of it, albeit only some and albeit here, trapped in the Gallows. "I'll come to find you, then, in three day's time. Were you in Starkhaven, then, or Hasmal?"
Or both, he supposes there are those unfortunate enough for that marker of Thedosian history but fortunate enough to have survived it.
"Starkhaven," Jone says, pulling a skin of wine from her little picnic bag. She stares at it, as though considering something, before putting it back. "My first siege. Not looking forward to the next."
"Huh." Loki knew that the Tevinter internal politicking involved mages but didn't realize that the entire force, or at least the bulk of it, was also mages. Makes sense, in retrospect. "They've invaded before? Historically, I mean."
"Ten years? Twenty? There's no way to tell." Jone slumps a little with this reveal; it isn't the sort of exuberance she's in the mood for. "Best live well while you can."
"A problem with a war this size in this place," Loki says, taking another bite from his carrot. It's difficult to predict how long the conflict will last. "Best live well while you can is the motto of mortality, I think, but you're not wrong. What do you think it will be like, here, if the war is won in our favor and Tevinter has to retreat?"
"Yes, dear, you're right, dear," he mimicks, but then grins at her, taking the last bite of carrot.
"Because of those who have eased the way for Tevinter's push south?" He shakes his head a little. "My understanding of war is from a very different standpoint; one monarchy, one culture, going to war against others that are very much the same in those regards but not sharing a landmass."
"Oh don't get me wrong, it's all about the same kind of power. Land is everything because land is power, because you need the land for the means of production." A beat. "Mostly food, I'll bet, but I'm sure there are other factors as well. That wasn't any different, not really."
How the hell does he explain this to people who might not even know they're on a planet, much less that said planet travels through a galaxy? "We traveled to fight." There, easy enough. "Mostly because we had no nearby neighbors, and like any good empire, there was the drive to expand at one point." Peace by the negotiating word is what he'd been taught, but apparently, it had actually been peace by the sword.
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But anyway- she grins, happy to be paid attention for skill, and not something lesser like appearance. "I work the training yard," she says. "Fighting styles, tennis, some other things. If you've a need of technique, I can try to drill it in, lad."
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Fighting styles and tennis. His eyebrows go up. "Haven't played tennis in ages." He wasn't sure that was what the courts were for, but he's glad to have gotten a sort of sideways confirmation. Also being called 'lad' is a little odd when he's fairly certain he's got several centuries on this woman, but that's not worth mentioning. "I'll have to take you up on that."
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"I'm there most days," she scratches her head, thinking. "Give it a day or so. Been busy. Usually, I'm a better mind for work, but we almost died and all."
You understand.
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Or both, he supposes there are those unfortunate enough for that marker of Thedosian history but fortunate enough to have survived it.
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She considers his question, frowning slightly. "Lot of cleaning up to do. Questions to be answered. It'll be ugly."
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"Because of those who have eased the way for Tevinter's push south?" He shakes his head a little. "My understanding of war is from a very different standpoint; one monarchy, one culture, going to war against others that are very much the same in those regards but not sharing a landmass."
Except for Midgard, but that was a special case.
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How the hell does he explain this to people who might not even know they're on a planet, much less that said planet travels through a galaxy? "We traveled to fight." There, easy enough. "Mostly because we had no nearby neighbors, and like any good empire, there was the drive to expand at one point." Peace by the negotiating word is what he'd been taught, but apparently, it had actually been peace by the sword.