#oathstained

[sacrificialarrow]

@oathstained wanted a starter.

Though not present for long, stranger as she was had already piqued ancient interest; she knew not where she stood, nor of its relevance, yet he could practically smell the excitement coming off her in wafts. In some fashion, being here was an achievement. No doubt, that came from the restoration of an old relic -- no small feat, he daresay -- and yet... Searching, wandering, curious bright eyes suggested that there was more to it than that.

“Even devils have the power to assume a pleasing shape.” No better time than the present to end his period of restraint and to approach, to discover that which had brought her forth into the unknown. “Yet you walk as though you do not fear.”

Curiosity remained his biggest show, though hardly his biggest lie; that she was Dalish was apparent from her vallaslin. That she was a mage was a declaration made by the staff in her possession; nothing much else could be brought forth from conjecture into the light of sure knowledge. Clasping hands behind armoured back, he continued, “Do you know where you stand?” It was as good a place to start as any.

[sacrificialarrow]

"i do not need to prove myself to you." (wheezes. before she finds out he's fen'harel? like yes hello asshole #5 who wants to piss on me, now be off w/ you.)

Song of Achilles Starters ; Not Accepting.     @oathstained

Were it not for restraint tempered by centuries of practice among foolhardy ‘gods’ and snobbish politicians alike, the snicker echoing amidst the back of his mind might’ve burst forth – no doubt tearing apart any hope of further information along with it. That she had repaired an defunct eluvian wasn’t entirely unlikely after all, ( each time pride scoffed and announced improbability, the events at Redcliffe circled back around for a hearty nip to the throat ) but yet remained, all the same, equal probability of threat. No evidence of his identity had been slipped, though if she had an inkling of brain at all, that was by design. On the other hand, one supposed that if the possibility of harm existed, so did the chance of her being one of the Dalish seeking out lore no different than a vulture does a carcass.

“I have not asked you to.” Distance between the two he kept, though arms folded behind his back shifted to his front as he took to seating himself on the surface of a sheered tree stump. “What you have accomplished was a difficult task few have completed. I was merely curious what would drive someone to such lengths.”