WHO: Bastien, Nicola, Evka, & their illustrious colleagues WHAT: Working hard or hardly working WHEN: Later summer WHERE: Various! NOTES: Starters for people who asked me for them. If you did not ask me for one but wish you had, it's never too late.
He bristles again at first, but softens, slowly, at her apology. A moment of consideration, then— he nods, in acceptance and allowance.
"I know about as much of dwarves who don't handle lyrium, I expect."
It mightn't be the norm, but he knows more about Wardens than dwarves, really. There was Alistair, and the Hero of Ferelden, but at the beginning of the war there were mages, too, who joined the rebels whenever their paths crossed. Members of the fold who did what they could, shared stories of freedom (of excess, of violence, of why mages are feared) and returned to the order with new recruits. Dwarves were only ever temporary bedfellows, first lyrium smugglers for the rebels, then legitimate dealers for the Académie. The closest he's come to a dwarf not having something to do with lyrium was Dagna in Kinloch Hold, and she barely counted—
The bandit groans, and Connor steps back. He's no help as the Warden ties their hands together, standing to the side with his useless sword in his useless hands, frowning.
"We can't leave them here, can we? It's—unkind, at least. Irresponsible. They need a trial."
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"I know about as much of dwarves who don't handle lyrium, I expect."
It mightn't be the norm, but he knows more about Wardens than dwarves, really. There was Alistair, and the Hero of Ferelden, but at the beginning of the war there were mages, too, who joined the rebels whenever their paths crossed. Members of the fold who did what they could, shared stories of freedom (of excess, of violence, of why mages are feared) and returned to the order with new recruits. Dwarves were only ever temporary bedfellows, first lyrium smugglers for the rebels, then legitimate dealers for the Académie. The closest he's come to a dwarf not having something to do with lyrium was Dagna in Kinloch Hold, and she barely counted—
The bandit groans, and Connor steps back. He's no help as the Warden ties their hands together, standing to the side with his useless sword in his useless hands, frowning.
"We can't leave them here, can we? It's—unkind, at least. Irresponsible. They need a trial."