OPEN.

[broodypants]

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.

Comments

[kantikoy]

She doesn't find it silly either. If anything, it's a little tragic, how it speaks to his experience with the mages of his homeland.

"I do the best with Compassion and Faith. Hope and Justice with some work. Valor is more of a struggle for me."

[broodypants]

Fenris nods. "Spirits are duplicitous. They quickly become demons. The man who destroyed Kirkwall's Chantry worked in concert with a spirit of Justice."

Or, once, it had been.

"I knew him."

[kantikoy]

Adrasteia takes in a breath. "I'm sorry." That can't have been easy, by any measure. She has complicated feeling about the Warden that did those things, but she doesn't actually know the man.

[broodypants]

His markings flare bright blue, not unlike a cat's hair standing on end. "I don't need your pity. You need to understand the risk you pose."

[kantikoy]

Maker save her from this man's short temper. "I was not under the impression that there was a pitiable bone within your body. That is not the only thing that an apology can mean.

I'm aware that I'm a risk. I don't consort with spirits lightly. I use them to help me heal others and then I am done; I don't seek out the same manifestation more than once. I know that possession is a risk. I didn't have to be in a Circle for that. All Wardens, every last one of us who was at Adamant knows the risk. I'm not a fool."

[broodypants]

Fenris nods, slow and curt. He is not satisfied with this answer, but that satisfaction cannot be found in one conversation.

"I will make it swift," he says, "if you fall."

[kantikoy]

"Thank you." She gives a nod of her own, a little gentler than his. "I appreciate that."

She has never been interested in a slow death.