wardwitch: (argent063)
argent "rook" tavarys ([personal profile] wardwitch) wrote in [community profile] allthisshitisweird 2025-02-09 10:32 pm (UTC)

Ser, I won't lie to you: I'm a little envious.

[ she gestures at the jewelry as she takes a seat in the suggested spot, tucking her feet up underneath her. ]

If I went into the field like that I'd come out with so many fewer fingers it wouldn't be worth it, but not to worry: I shall live vicariously. [ a light rotation of the shoulders wherein she seems to recenter herself, even if talking about jewelry for several hours kind of seems like fun; the only piece in her possession is a shard of pottery about the size of a sovereign, edges polished smooth, worn on a cord around her neck and thus usually hidden. ]

Way too new myself to be able to give you a tour of the Gallows, but like I said: I lived here and the alienage is probably in the same state it was then. You know how it is when you're Viscount and have to placate the nobility before you can get around to stuff like repairing the homes of fourth class citizens.

[ That's got to be the same everywhere, surely? Meanwhile Argent proceeds to basically outline the plot of DA2 Acts 1 & 2, which I won't be repeating here because if there's one thing I know about Emmrich's player it's that they truly do not need me to refresh them. ]

The Veil has always been thin here - I didn't know that 'til I got my magic, but it has - since before the city even. So when the Qunari left there was this power vacuum for blood mages to slot into nice and easy. [ her eyes flick downward, drawing them back to meet Emmrich's once she realizes that's what she's doing ] Humans don't really miss elves when a handful of them disappear--not that they miss their own, either, not if they're poor.

[ did the nice man want his information with a side of political commentary? maker's breath, he'd better. ]

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