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[nonvenomous]

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[nonvenomous]

[ 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. ]

[sulahnan]

She was killed by the other gods in their lust for power.

[ Turns out human nature applies to just about everyone. ]

crystal, not long after the punchening.

[poleaxed]

I'll not as any why's or wherefore's; I haven't the time to bother even if it were any of me business.

But what would you like to be called, mate?

[nonvenomous]

[ The answer is delayed. ]

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.

[poleaxed]

[Why go by something else? She wants to ask, but- again, not her business.]

Si it is, then. Didn't want to trot out an old shame.

[nonvenomous]

There is plenty of that going around without need of the name.

I’m sorry I left you with the Venatori.

[poleaxed]

Well, I'd not make it worse, mate.

You needn't. Be sorry, that is. Unless you'd like to be.

[nonvenomous]

I would, [ says Silas, ] so I am.

I'll tell you the story sometime over ale. It involved one of our mages burning down a stable.

[poleaxed]

Clever little thing, you are. If you've any questions for me, shoot; though I'm not so interesting as a Cleric from another world.

I'd like that. Maker knows I could use more varied company than Barrow, bless his soul.

Could you weather more questions about your Oghma? I'll not poke fun.

post dream; crystal

[sulahnan]

[ Without preamble: ]

Nobody's gonna kill you.

[ ...maybe she should've eased into it. Ah, well. ]

This isn't the first time this has happened.

[nonvenomous]

[ His reply is some time in coming. ]

Why would anyone want to kill me?

[sulahnan]

'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. ]

[nonvenomous]

The head of Diplomacy has certainly taken an interesting approach.

[sulahnan]

Yeah, well...

[ He can probably hear the face she's making. ]

That's Byerly for ya. Can't say I would expect Yseult to say anything about it. Or Flint, unless fights broke out.

[nonvenomous]

It’s messy.

[ He is judgmental, for a dream murderer. ]

Jone made a public appeal for vengeful spirits and only had one taker.

I’m not fearful for my safety, but I appreciate your concern.

[nonvenomous]

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?

[ Hypothetically. ]

You’re welcome to ask me whatever you like.

[sulahnan]

Mm.

[ No problem, dream murderer. ]

It really shouldn't be that messy, if I've actually got my head 'round it right.

[ But wait — ]

Who went after Jone?

[nonvenomous]

It didn't need to be. I don't approve of him baiting Matthias.

[ As for the arrangement with Jone: ]

Sabine. It was an amicable exchange.

[sulahnan]

[ Big Sister Mode, Activate! ]

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?

[nonvenomous]

I'm loathe to speculate.

[poleaxed]

It'd depend on whether it were a Ferelden or Orlesian cave, mate. Everything's details.

[A sigh, a breath, preparing to delve into potentially sensitive and fascinating waters-]

What's she ask of you?

[nonvenomous]

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.

[poleaxed]

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?

[sulahnan]

Ridiculous. It's not like anybody actually did anything.

[nonvenomous]

I certainly showed my true colors.