The word was marked as he provided it and her appreciation for his cleverness grew. It was possible he had seen her practicing with Krem, for she did so on occasion, but she had only ever wielded the lackluster practice staves and serviceable halberds that the Inquisition stocked. Even if he had witnessed her sparing, assessing her favored weapon from brief bouts of combat was no small achievement.
A glaive would serve her well in the Emprise. She was not particularly eager to face one of the great worms, if the creatures in Thedas resembled them at all, but a properly fashioned weapon greatly eased her concern. She was uncertain if she could slay one without the full use of her power, even armed and armored, but anything less than a dragon would not be a threat.
"How fortunate," Galadriel said. "I am diminished, somewhat, from the prowess of my youth but speed has ever been my preference."
Galadriel regarded the thread wrapped around her fingers and, in a gentle motion that was largely inexplicable, she rolled it free of them and, in doing so, had tied it into a strangely looped knot. She wound the remaining thread onto the spindle in her lap and set it aside on the table.
"Come, let me see what you have gathered so I may properly praise your keenness," Galadriel encouraged fondly and rose from the table.
The Inquisition was not Lorien, that Galadriel recognized. There were many who would steal any valuables left about, for want or need if not malice, but none had been so bold as to pilfer anything from her. She expected it was due, in part if not entirely, to the fact that she was from the rifts. What she made was distinctive, even something so mundane as spun golden thread, and thus was to be avoided. That she inherently wove magic into whatever she worked was a coincidence that only served as a greater deterrent.
None would steal from her for fear they might spontaneously contract demons. It was an idea that was both amusing and useful. So far she had not seen fit to disabuse anyone of this notion.
"Though I do wonder why you have decided to do me such a kindness. I was ill armed, true, but this is quite an exceptional gift you give."
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The word was marked as he provided it and her appreciation for his cleverness grew. It was possible he had seen her practicing with Krem, for she did so on occasion, but she had only ever wielded the lackluster practice staves and serviceable halberds that the Inquisition stocked. Even if he had witnessed her sparing, assessing her favored weapon from brief bouts of combat was no small achievement.
A glaive would serve her well in the Emprise. She was not particularly eager to face one of the great worms, if the creatures in Thedas resembled them at all, but a properly fashioned weapon greatly eased her concern. She was uncertain if she could slay one without the full use of her power, even armed and armored, but anything less than a dragon would not be a threat.
"How fortunate," Galadriel said. "I am diminished, somewhat, from the prowess of my youth but speed has ever been my preference."
Galadriel regarded the thread wrapped around her fingers and, in a gentle motion that was largely inexplicable, she rolled it free of them and, in doing so, had tied it into a strangely looped knot. She wound the remaining thread onto the spindle in her lap and set it aside on the table.
"Come, let me see what you have gathered so I may properly praise your keenness," Galadriel encouraged fondly and rose from the table.
The Inquisition was not Lorien, that Galadriel recognized. There were many who would steal any valuables left about, for want or need if not malice, but none had been so bold as to pilfer anything from her. She expected it was due, in part if not entirely, to the fact that she was from the rifts. What she made was distinctive, even something so mundane as spun golden thread, and thus was to be avoided. That she inherently wove magic into whatever she worked was a coincidence that only served as a greater deterrent.
None would steal from her for fear they might spontaneously contract demons. It was an idea that was both amusing and useful. So far she had not seen fit to disabuse anyone of this notion.
"Though I do wonder why you have decided to do me such a kindness. I was ill armed, true, but this is quite an exceptional gift you give."