[ Dick doesn’t bristle or grit his jaw or lean away from her touch. The ball and socket of his shoulder eases lax after an initial lock of tension; he swallows again, and nudges the bite of pie he just so carefully cut away from the rest of the slice without taking it.
He doesn’t look up to follow Athessa’s pointed finger skywards until it’s occurred to him to set the knife carefully down. ]
What happened to Mythal?
[ Seems like she’s really sleeping on the job these days. ]
My name is Zseiless. [ It sounds close enough to 'Silas' to be indistinguishable for the purposes of this conversation. ] Most here know me as Richard. I'll answer to either.
'Cos people don't always know not to throw blame around after this kind of dream bullshit.
[ If he wants to pretend he didn't murder someone they both care about twice and give up their mutual friends to be assassinated, that's fine. Because he didn't do those things. ]
What would you think a creature who’d been living in a cave for forty years would want to know about you that he couldn’t deduce from speaking with you?
He what?? Sonuva— [ That's something she would wanna do something about, and not only because it robs her of the opportune moment to joke about wagering on who'd punch Jone first. ]
I wasn't listening in at that point. What was he thinking?
If you’re forcing me to choose, let’s say this particular cave is in Tevinter.
[ Of the nations here, they seem the most inclined to flirt with slavery, blood magic and world domination. ]
He [ a gentle correction ] has encouraged me to assist in an effort to save my home from destruction, against the wishes of my people. Not entirely unlike what we’re expected to do here.
If I met a Vint in a cave I was likely hired to kill him, but I think I have your meaning. [She... she thinks she gets it. She's better with big words than philosophy, or the shape of thoughts over time. Word games, riddles... you can't buy cleverness, she'd learned that quickly, talking to folk who could buy everything else.] I'd tell him I were from the poorest of families. And though the years may seem to match up, I am not a survivor of Ferelden's greatest tragedy since the Occupation; I simply chose a lucky time to leave.
Shhhh- [Course correction-- It only makes sense to her, for a god that actually cares about their followers, should be female.] he seems like a keen God to have. He wants you to save the land for knowledge's sake?
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