[ Iorveth hadn't met many of the Dalish in Kirkwall, but he's heard of them, seen the occasional few in the Inquisition compounds and training grounds, on missions. He knows more from the books he'd dug through and the things he hears on the streets - they're the closest to Scoia'tael he can relate to in this world. Minus the actively stalking humans outside of villages and aggressive guerrilla warfare. But things are very different here, in many ways.
he knows they're keepers of knowledge and the old ways, and part of their distance feels like the elders in Dol Blathanna to Iorveth as well. Protected and safe, with a bubble around them to keep the ugliness that the rest suffer through outside. It's difficult to judge, knowing so little of these people here, so he's only speculated. Turning to look over the woman that responds, he finds a good opportunity to learn more. But first: bitching. ]
The concept of self-respect and freedom doesn't require a history lesson to understand. Just someone brave or mad enough to fight for it.
[ he's heard so, so many excuses for why the downtrodden elves here still wallow in their mud puddles and hovels - they don't know how to feed themselves outside the cities, rebelling with get others in trouble, there's no work and how can you live without work, it isn't safe, etc etc. handfuls of words that translate to: i'm just fucking spineless. at least so far as iorveth sees it. ]
Neither of which seem present here. [ a beat, and he considers her sentiments, turning to face her more fully. ] A promise of safe haven and training for those willing enough to leave the city walls behind would do more benefit to them first.
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he knows they're keepers of knowledge and the old ways, and part of their distance feels like the elders in Dol Blathanna to Iorveth as well. Protected and safe, with a bubble around them to keep the ugliness that the rest suffer through outside. It's difficult to judge, knowing so little of these people here, so he's only speculated. Turning to look over the woman that responds, he finds a good opportunity to learn more. But first: bitching. ]
The concept of self-respect and freedom doesn't require a history lesson to understand. Just someone brave or mad enough to fight for it.
[ he's heard so, so many excuses for why the downtrodden elves here still wallow in their mud puddles and hovels - they don't know how to feed themselves outside the cities, rebelling with get others in trouble, there's no work and how can you live without work, it isn't safe, etc etc. handfuls of words that translate to: i'm just fucking spineless. at least so far as iorveth sees it. ]
Neither of which seem present here. [ a beat, and he considers her sentiments, turning to face her more fully. ] A promise of safe haven and training for those willing enough to leave the city walls behind would do more benefit to them first.