She hadn’t thought to see him here, after all there was precious little reason to linger when all was said and done, she was gone before the celebrations had even begun. There were few in the Warden’s merry band that didn’t drive her to distraction and yet she’d take all of them, even Wynne’s bleating about the Circle and Oghren’s...well Oghren’s everything, over half the Orlesian court. A shame she couldn’t trust a room to stash the lad in but she’d rather keep him close now that she’s back. Redcliffe is hardly Lothering but it all feels too close to comfort for her.
Flemeth has always managed to cast a long shadow.
But Zevran always had a way of knowing things so she moves a few of her things out of the way, still with her staff and her between Kieran and the rest of the room. “Tell me, news has a funny way of growing extra eyes, legs and feathers once it travels, how dire are things here? Most places are concerned with the death of the Divine, as if the sky possibly ripping itself in two completely warrants less concern than what bag of bones warms her throne in Val Royeaux.”
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She hadn’t thought to see him here, after all there was precious little reason to linger when all was said and done, she was gone before the celebrations had even begun. There were few in the Warden’s merry band that didn’t drive her to distraction and yet she’d take all of them, even Wynne’s bleating about the Circle and Oghren’s...well Oghren’s everything, over half the Orlesian court. A shame she couldn’t trust a room to stash the lad in but she’d rather keep him close now that she’s back. Redcliffe is hardly Lothering but it all feels too close to comfort for her.
Flemeth has always managed to cast a long shadow.
But Zevran always had a way of knowing things so she moves a few of her things out of the way, still with her staff and her between Kieran and the rest of the room. “Tell me, news has a funny way of growing extra eyes, legs and feathers once it travels, how dire are things here? Most places are concerned with the death of the Divine, as if the sky possibly ripping itself in two completely warrants less concern than what bag of bones warms her throne in Val Royeaux.”