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"Oh, yes." Katniss can probably hear the smile in Pel's voice.
Now that got a 'Hah!' out of Katniss, and an actual smile. "Well, if you still want to go throw this guy through a window, we can do and get drinks afterwards."
"Only if I don't use my magic. It's not just illegal if I do, it's more satisfying if I don't."
"Well there you have it. And I know you're smart enough to know where to hit him."
"I honestly don't understand. Why he's allowed to act like that just because he's angry. He lost a shop. That's all. And it wasn't even Anders who did it. Why's Cullen keen to let himself be walked over just because someone's angry?"
"Well ... and granted I don't really get this either, but it probably has something to do with working with the Wardens. After all, Corypheus is a giant darkspawn magister. I don't think Cullen likes this at all, I don't think any of them do but they're sucking it up because it's the right thing.
Other side, they also don't want to tell people they haven't the right to be angry, you know? Because ... we do. Now granted, this guy's an ass who is just looking for a fight, but if the Inquisition stamps down every single complaint then they're not any better than the Chantry.
Pretty sure if this guy tried something physical then he'd get stomped on by Seeker Penterghast's big iron boots faster than you can say 'Andraste's Ass' though."
Other side, they also don't want to tell people they haven't the right to be angry, you know? Because ... we do. Now granted, this guy's an ass who is just looking for a fight, but if the Inquisition stamps down every single complaint then they're not any better than the Chantry.
Pretty sure if this guy tried something physical then he'd get stomped on by Seeker Penterghast's big iron boots faster than you can say 'Andraste's Ass' though."
"It's not the physical I'm talking about. It's malcontents rousing each other up. If he allows it, he'll get a mutiny on his hands. That's a real problem. It doesn't matter what the man feels or doesn't feel. His actions should not be tolerated."
"Is he a soldier or a spy? I know he's not a scout."
"It doesn't matter what he is. He can gather people, regardless. Or just as bad, inspire people to gather even if he's not part of it."
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"Well it sort of does. In the chain of command, does Cullen have the right to tell him to shut his gob or he ends up in a cell or does the Nightingale?"
"...Yes. Both of them. It's that serious a problem. I don't understand what's complicated about it. It doesn't even matter if he wandered in this afternoon and isn't part of the Inquisition at all. He's a public nuisance causing unrest, and he's a guest of Skyhold."
"Hm. Well, you're not wrong. I don't know why they haven't."
Of course. That's usually where I am at lunch anyway. Need me to bring food?
[She grins as she approaches, sitting down with a book and quill.]
A basket each? Must be quite a feast.
A basket each? Must be quite a feast.
Well- only one of them has food.
[ He slips on the ring she gave him- the roots weaving up to protect them from view. It settles him more than a little to have this- one basket he opens to lay out their meal, little dried sausages, wedges of cheese, butter, bread, berries, and a bowl of thick hearty stew. ]
[ He slips on the ring she gave him- the roots weaving up to protect them from view. It settles him more than a little to have this- one basket he opens to lay out their meal, little dried sausages, wedges of cheese, butter, bread, berries, and a bowl of thick hearty stew. ]
[Ah, this is much better. The little dome, the privacy. She pops a berry into her mouth, then starts picking out her meal properly from the rest. She does have a weakness for sausages.]
Dare I guess what the other has?
[Zevran can be sweet and spontaneous, though not exactly her choice for a mate, and his presents are always very thoughtful.]
Dare I guess what the other has?
[Zevran can be sweet and spontaneous, though not exactly her choice for a mate, and his presents are always very thoughtful.]
Go ahead and peek inside, if you like.
[ Nestled within little Luccio is dozing, blonde curls framing his face, pointed ears peeking through. Small and tanned and with a nose that very much resembles Zevran's though quite a bit smaller-
It is no question that this is his child. ]
[ Nestled within little Luccio is dozing, blonde curls framing his face, pointed ears peeking through. Small and tanned and with a nose that very much resembles Zevran's though quite a bit smaller-
It is no question that this is his child. ]
[She opens the basket and it's absolutely the last thing she could possibly have expected. She gasps, takes a second to register that he is not actually giving her a baby, comes down from a spike of panic, and then begins fingering the edge of the basket in lieu of touching the baby. Touching the baby might wake it, and it's always a bad idea to wake a sleeping baby.]
Oh.
[She doesn't ask how this happened because...duh. She just stares, trying to make the reality that was a second ago meet the reality that is now.]
Oh.
[She doesn't ask how this happened because...duh. She just stares, trying to make the reality that was a second ago meet the reality that is now.]
You never told me you had a son.
[Stating the obvious because she cannot yet fathom anything else.]
[Stating the obvious because she cannot yet fathom anything else.]
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