Tewinter is so weirdly endearing, and despite the stressful situation, Astrid can’t help that twitch of a smile on her mouth. She leans her weight against the alley wall, sizing up the other woman. Abella looks Fereldan enough, but…
“There’s similarities between you and the Avvar, like we’ve talked about,” she says, thoughtful, “but it’s pretty obvious you’re not one of us. No tattoos or whatnot.”
She thinks back to the Blasted Hills. She hadn’t been far afield until fully leaving her mountains last year, but she sure has studied the maps; maybe that’ll be good enough.
“The Anderfels is to the west of here and they sound like you, a bit? Pretend you’re from Tallo. It’s a port town so that could explain any fuckiness with the rest of your accent and then you’re an engineer on a ship. Whatever that’d involve.”
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“There’s similarities between you and the Avvar, like we’ve talked about,” she says, thoughtful, “but it’s pretty obvious you’re not one of us. No tattoos or whatnot.”
She thinks back to the Blasted Hills. She hadn’t been far afield until fully leaving her mountains last year, but she sure has studied the maps; maybe that’ll be good enough.
“The Anderfels is to the west of here and they sound like you, a bit? Pretend you’re from Tallo. It’s a port town so that could explain any fuckiness with the rest of your accent and then you’re an engineer on a ship. Whatever that’d involve.”