A familiar voice rings out from the other end of the stables as the wooden doors open. Standing at the threshold is none other than the "Hero of Pharos" himself dressed in full Templar regalia. His steps are heralded by the faint chattering of his armor as he approaches the she-elf with something akin to a frown upon his stoic expression.
" You certainly do far better as a stable hand rather than as a spy, Beleth." A sigh escapes him as he stops before the elf. "A lesson learned, no? You dishonored yourself by playing the role of spy." Alayre shakes his head. "And you've dishonored us Templars by forcing our hand in all this."
He takes no pleasure in knowing that Beleth has been tried and sentenced to act as a mere stable hand. The Dalish are known for their pride, so Alayre knows that this turn of events wounds Beleth metaphorically.
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A familiar voice rings out from the other end of the stables as the wooden doors open. Standing at the threshold is none other than the "Hero of Pharos" himself dressed in full Templar regalia. His steps are heralded by the faint chattering of his armor as he approaches the she-elf with something akin to a frown upon his stoic expression.
" You certainly do far better as a stable hand rather than as a spy, Beleth." A sigh escapes him as he stops before the elf. "A lesson learned, no? You dishonored yourself by playing the role of spy." Alayre shakes his head. "And you've dishonored us Templars by forcing our hand in all this."
He takes no pleasure in knowing that Beleth has been tried and sentenced to act as a mere stable hand. The Dalish are known for their pride, so Alayre knows that this turn of events wounds Beleth metaphorically.