[ She shifts the book in her hands, wondering what sorts of things you're supposed to do when meeting a mage. Or a Ferelden. Or just a boy. Where she's from, there were always such clear rules for what you were supposed to do, all of them hinging on your caste versus their caste - a servant knew how she was supposed to greet a noble versus how she was supposed to greet a merchant. It was horrible, but at least it was clear. She's been on the surface three years now and she has yet to really figure out how you're supposed to get acquainted. ]
I have to say, you look like you're still plotting something, Mr. Which-We-Won't.
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[ She shifts the book in her hands, wondering what sorts of things you're supposed to do when meeting a mage. Or a Ferelden. Or just a boy. Where she's from, there were always such clear rules for what you were supposed to do, all of them hinging on your caste versus their caste - a servant knew how she was supposed to greet a noble versus how she was supposed to greet a merchant. It was horrible, but at least it was clear. She's been on the surface three years now and she has yet to really figure out how you're supposed to get acquainted. ]
I have to say, you look like you're still plotting something, Mr. Which-We-Won't.