A mage… A HUMAN mage, at that. The inquisitor’s immediate thought was Tevinter, a mage from the IMPERIUM, poking their heads where they didn’t belong. Even so, the Council of Mages never had the lingering scent of dirt and GRIME on their cloth… Along with the stench of decay and dried blood. No, not TEVINTER… But Kirkwall. He’s heard much of the ruined city, not from Varric, but from books. In a wartorn state, the BIRTHPLACE of the mage’s rebellion, protected by the mage known as Hawke ━ and his sister, Marian. Varric did mention the arrival of two friends that could aid the Inquisition in their crusade against Corypheus… He had a few ideas in mind, these two weren’t likely. Yet here they are… Defying expectations ━ Eddie’s expecations, at the very least.
The Inquisitor rarely TRUSTED outsiders, much less humans… But if Varric placed his faith in them years ago, then he would trust his word. An eyebrow would be raised at the woman standing before him, having to tilt his head down to properly gaze upon her. Eddie was sure that this would result in a STRAINED muscle, but it was certainly better than being ‘ rude ‘ ━ he needed to work on his manners anyhow.
“So ━ you’re Marian Hawke, yes? I am Inquisitor Adaar, as they call me… But if you want to go by simpler terms, my human name is Eddie.” He took a pause, pursing his lips at the formalities. Sometimes it flowed so nicely… Other times, being ELOQUENT took more of a strain on him than he made obvious. “Welcome to the Inquisition.”
@burnloss + 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞 : 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥.
‘ the one and only. ‘ sometimes she prides herself a bit too much on being the Marian Hawke. the lost sibling who recently found her way to the surface after years of untold horrors. the stories have made their rounds of the mad woman who claimed the Deep Roads as her home, but to see her in person, with a smile on her face nonetheless might just be the most terrifying part about her. the ghost stories were true, and much scarier in reality. Death clings to her like an old friend, and she guides it with the utmost ease. ‘ I’ve no problem with saying Adaar, please. Don’t lower yourself to my standards. ‘ she smiles up at him, a warm yet devilish one. It’s no secret the necromancer had lost her faith in the living, namely the weaker ones such as the humans she so sadly shares kinship with.
‘ quite the fancy place you’ve got here. with a bit more gold , you’d have fooled me into thinking i walked straight into royalty , Ser Adaar. ‘ she bows, flourishing her armor the best she can to give off an impression of nobility. she’d like to think she’s the queen of something. ‘ though, Eddie isn’t that bad of a name. maybe a bit boyish but then again... who am i the argue with someone who brandishes claws and two very impressive horns. ‘ she offers a sly wink. its meaning lost in her absurdity.
‘ pleasure to be working with you, regardless of royal affiliation or not. Do tell me however, you don’t have a prejudice against any sort of...darker magic, yes? anything to push back the forces of evil i’d assume is a great help. and i assure you, i am a great help. ‘ another smile flashes up at him, her staff being gripped ever so lightly as to show she was ready for a demonstration if need be.
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