Tovias makes a small, dismissive sound, and throws a glance over his shoulder. No one in earshot. Good.
"Ferelden's barely a damn country. Blight ripped through ten years ago. Orlais? Heard they settled their little civil war, but we all know how long that's gonna last."
Because, you know, fuck Orlais. He has more detailed opinions to offer, on the feasibility of elven rights, on what pressures would have pushed Celene towards such an offer. On the weakness that you signal when you have to call in the Inquisition to settle a turf dispute — on whether either side might have been so desperate as to orchestrate the subsequent attacks.
But it's easier if people don't think you think much. That's why it takes him until now to wind back around to:
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Tovias makes a small, dismissive sound, and throws a glance over his shoulder. No one in earshot. Good.
"Ferelden's barely a damn country. Blight ripped through ten years ago. Orlais? Heard they settled their little civil war, but we all know how long that's gonna last."
Because, you know, fuck Orlais. He has more detailed opinions to offer, on the feasibility of elven rights, on what pressures would have pushed Celene towards such an offer. On the weakness that you signal when you have to call in the Inquisition to settle a turf dispute — on whether either side might have been so desperate as to orchestrate the subsequent attacks.
But it's easier if people don't think you think much. That's why it takes him until now to wind back around to:
"You carrying around some kind of title, then?"