Peace, Astrid thinks. Technically they’ve been at war a long time now, but she’s managed to carve out most of her life at a remove from the conflict, squirreled away in the mountains. Until it finally reached too far, and she couldn’t ignore it any longer.
“Probably not the same way,” she admits, “but. I dunno how much they teach you about the Breach? The thing what kinda started all of this?” She gestures, vaguely, at their surroundings to indicate their colleagues indoors and Riftwatch generally. The mission, generally.
“It first opened about nine years ago, right in the Frostbacks, where I live. So I’ve grown used to rifts everywhere vomiting out demons and making the wildlife… strange. Not literal darkspawn, but y’know, Fade-touched giant spiders are fuckin’ horrible too. I’m more used to fighting off animals gone wrong, though, so I don’t like that these things can talk to each other. What were yours like?”
Comparing blighted horrors is a bonding activity too, right?
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“Probably not the same way,” she admits, “but. I dunno how much they teach you about the Breach? The thing what kinda started all of this?” She gestures, vaguely, at their surroundings to indicate their colleagues indoors and Riftwatch generally. The mission, generally.
“It first opened about nine years ago, right in the Frostbacks, where I live. So I’ve grown used to rifts everywhere vomiting out demons and making the wildlife… strange. Not literal darkspawn, but y’know, Fade-touched giant spiders are fuckin’ horrible too. I’m more used to fighting off animals gone wrong, though, so I don’t like that these things can talk to each other. What were yours like?”
Comparing blighted horrors is a bonding activity too, right?