WHO: Siorus + You; Bastien & Byerly & Benedict & Vega WHAT: Warden intro, dinner party. WHEN: Spring 9:50 WHERE: Various NOTES: Catch-all for some open and closed stuff.
Shit timing, he doesn't say. That'd imply that the timing was an accident. In his view it wasn't. More mages for their insane plan. Was she there, at Adamant? He doesn't remember her. But every face there was a new one, equally resented, and then he was gone. So she might have been.
Only to mop up the blood after the fact, but the shrewd glance she offers suggests Teren is thinking along similar lines: there were the Wardens who ignored the false Calling, and there were The Other Ones.
"Missed the Blight, then," she observes, "always reassuring." Not that she didn't nearly miss it herself, but then, if she hadn't, she likely wouldn't still be here.
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Shit timing, he doesn't say. That'd imply that the timing was an accident. In his view it wasn't. More mages for their insane plan. Was she there, at Adamant? He doesn't remember her. But every face there was a new one, equally resented, and then he was gone. So she might have been.
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"Missed the Blight, then," she observes, "always reassuring." Not that she didn't nearly miss it herself, but then, if she hadn't, she likely wouldn't still be here.
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"I am from the Wilds. I didn't miss anything."
He comes down from his perch on the ruined wall carefully, crouching and using his hands for balance.
"Where were you?"
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"Here," Teren replies languidly, "or. Skyhold. Caught up with this rotten lot, a fair few of us denying the False Calling."