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   aban-ataash isn’t quite sure of what to think about the seeker’s sister,    not yet. he doesn’t know enough about the seeker herself to say anything    of any particular importance. all he knows are single words: dragons,    death, and something about orlesian… something. but still, the qunari    males a valorous attempt at companionship, sticking out a hand to     shake. “ aban. you are? ”

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He sighs raggedly.

“I do understand that,” Roland mutters, clasping his chin in his palm, the point of his elbow jutted near-comfortably on the prickling table. Old bar, old smells. Stale smells, did anyone refresh the mead? His face is drawn, his eyes bright, and his hair sticks up in an awkward, messy affair fit to start jests. He does not care.

“But the idea of slaughtering magnificent beasts is a weight on my heart, as I’m sure you’ve been approached. Fit to extinction! Surely you see this. Surely the thought of another way has knocked on thou’st door.” He almost sounds beseeching. He raises his hand in a affable gesture, for the barmaid, for another round. Bottom of the cups, for this conversation.