"Ah —" It’s a moment before she places her. That there are few Dalish here is of no help, not when she’s yet used to the face unmarked. "— Scoutmaster, yes?"
Hasn’t someone been ambitious? Perhaps it’s wise, to bind her more tightly to the Inquisition’s cause. Or maybe it will just give the girl more to betray.
A shuffle of papers aside, she stands to sweep an arm to the empty chair opposite. A low rumble sounds from the far corner, where an old mabari lurks pale-eyed and watchful. A sharp glance — it falls silent.
Wren’s expression assumes a mask of steady calm, doesn’t shift again as her chin tips out to regard Beleth. Another day, another visitor, and she might make some token effort to soften her posture; to gentle her presence. She doesn’t.
"How may I be of assistance?" The suddenly-verdant garden, and their inquiries upon the matter? The Inquisition's new Venatori guests? Some intelligence of their ventures in the South?
lmk if you want to move this to the main comm, i'm just not quite ready to put up my open for august
"Ah —" It’s a moment before she places her. That there are few Dalish here is of no help, not when she’s yet used to the face unmarked. "— Scoutmaster, yes?"
Hasn’t someone been ambitious? Perhaps it’s wise, to bind her more tightly to the Inquisition’s cause. Or maybe it will just give the girl more to betray.
A shuffle of papers aside, she stands to sweep an arm to the empty chair opposite. A low rumble sounds from the far corner, where an old mabari lurks pale-eyed and watchful. A sharp glance — it falls silent.
Wren’s expression assumes a mask of steady calm, doesn’t shift again as her chin tips out to regard Beleth. Another day, another visitor, and she might make some token effort to soften her posture; to gentle her presence. She doesn’t.
"How may I be of assistance?"
The suddenly-verdant garden, and their inquiries upon the matter? The Inquisition's new Venatori guests? Some intelligence of their ventures in the South?
Maker willing, it's something simple.