kremisius asked: “I’m not the sort of person that leaves things unfinished. I’ll see this through, I promise.”
Finding the deceased dalish elf had been sad. Seeing just how little any of the locals cared simply because of his race had been devastating. He was young, not a child, but a young adult. The elf should have had a long life ahead of him, instead, he'd been murdered. Dalish had found out he'd been a magic user and that had only caused the sadness to grow. He was probably like her. Cast out upong reaching adulthood, too 'gifted' to be allowed to stay. She'd been surprised when Krem had broken away from the departing group of mercenaries, unsure of why he would even be approaching her in the first place. Had fisher forgotten to tell her something? Dalish looks up at the man, her narrowed eyes roaming over his face as she studies him. The words were more than just a little unexpected. They hadn't known each other long, weren't even friends, so why? It made no sense. ❝For what price?❞ Her tone is, perhaps unfairly, accusatory but human's don't just help the dalish for nothing. Coin, information, sex, she's been asked for all at one time or another. ❝Your Qunari not enough?❞ It's a rude and brash accusation but she doesn't trust him. They might be in the same company but that doesn't mean he has her best intrest at heart, doesn't mean he wouldn't take her out in the blink of an eye. She's seen Krem in battle, he's strong, impressive, and as much as it pains her to admit, could over power her with ease.
❝I don't need anybodies help.❞