[ of course he's heard she's here. he's been very careful to hear who everyone in charge is. it's why he thinks, for several minutes, about just not replying —
what do you even say? 'you ripped a man in half in front of me'? 'i saved your life multiple times'? 'there was a windmill on fire'? probably that wouldn’t narrow it down much. ]
Kostos is a contact. I believe you and I met near Farwater.
[ that's a town as of now ]
way to make me spend five full minutes trying to figure out if i'd used the wrong roll/role
[ she has to think about that one, whether it rings any bells. the battles all began to run together after a while, but that name conjures up particularly ugly memories. a brutal fight, a near-pyrrhic victory. she couldn't name which scars came from Farwater as opposed to Green Hill or Markston or the Verge, but she knows it's a decent number. that does it. ]
The healer. The one I kept seeing. You told me I was going to have to start bringing lyrium if I expected you to keep patching me up so often.
[ or someone did. in her defense, she'd lost a lot of blood. ]
If everyone kept your habits, I daresay we'd be in better shape for leverage.
[ but please don't start again. pls. it had — helped a little, in farwater, to be so dead on his feet. made everything a little more dream-like, a little less real. it hadn't really helped with running. ]
Isaac, [ he repeats, doesn't bother to add the title. it's only useful for fishing at opinion; they're well-settled there. ] And I can't imagine they told you of this freely.
[ if she trusted the heads to back this, there'd have been no point in privacy. ]
[ if everyone was like her they would have won the war, nell thinks but does not say, instead of being stuck in this indefinite peace, nothing stable or safe about it to really earn the name. ]
Nell [ she replies, by reflex rather than necessity; he seems to know her already. ]
There are several mages on the Division Heads' staff. They're not as careful with their secrets as they might think.
Bonaventura lives with a qunari apostate, so I'd imagine she'd be sympathetic. De Fonce is an Orlesian noble, but seems to enjoy being lazy and perverse, so who knows. You think we should try for the full set?
Why not? Some of what these Rifters practice is near enough to magic. If we're trading on our utility, we can't afford to be easily replaced.
Presumably a diplomat can keep from mentioning qunari apostates around anyone important, and we'll have someone who could entertain De Fonce. Do a card trick, or point out the window and shout: Look, a bird —
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during his roll through the phylactery post
I thought I knew all the rebels in Kirkwall. Should I know you? Your voice sounds familiar, but your name doesn't.
tag your character's sandwich roll
what do you even say? 'you ripped a man in half in front of me'? 'i saved your life multiple times'? 'there was a windmill on fire'? probably that wouldn’t narrow it down much. ]
Kostos is a contact. I believe you and I met near Farwater.
[ that's a town as of now ]
way to make me spend five full minutes trying to figure out if i'd used the wrong roll/role
[ she has to think about that one, whether it rings any bells. the battles all began to run together after a while, but that name conjures up particularly ugly memories. a brutal fight, a near-pyrrhic victory. she couldn't name which scars came from Farwater as opposed to Green Hill or Markston or the Verge, but she knows it's a decent number. that does it. ]
The healer. The one I kept seeing. You told me I was going to have to start bringing lyrium if I expected you to keep patching me up so often.
[ or someone did. in her defense, she'd lost a lot of blood. ]
good
If everyone kept your habits, I daresay we'd be in better shape for leverage.
[ but please don't start again. pls. it had — helped a little, in farwater, to be so dead on his feet. made everything a little more dream-like, a little less real. it hadn't really helped with running. ]
Isaac, [ he repeats, doesn't bother to add the title. it's only useful for fishing at opinion; they're well-settled there. ] And I can't imagine they told you of this freely.
[ if she trusted the heads to back this, there'd have been no point in privacy. ]
no subject
Nell [ she replies, by reflex rather than necessity; he seems to know her already. ]
There are several mages on the Division Heads' staff. They're not as careful with their secrets as they might think.
no subject
[ a striking thing for a strike, if they might pull all supporting roles with them ]
no subject
no subject
Presumably a diplomat can keep from mentioning qunari apostates around anyone important, and we'll have someone who could entertain De Fonce. Do a card trick, or point out the window and shout: Look, a bird —