[ How in the Maker's name did this man always end up precisely where he was thought of last? It was uncanny! And yet, as the days had progressed, Dorian had come to look forward to their stolen meetings. It made this cold fortress of chilled breezes and stone feel a little less lonely, and that he welcomed more than life itself at this point.
His candor, also, was welcome. He'd never had occasion to meet so many elves, and a Dalish no less, but they were all proving to be lovely in their own ways. What had Sera said? "People are people"? Yes, quite.
He chuckled as the man approached, but didn't turn, moving instead back to the shelf he'd been "liberating" of trite propaganda all morning. ]
Quite the opposite. I'm simply organizing your library in terms of what should be read, and what should be re-purposed as furniture.
[ He pulled a tome from a higher shelf and turned then, holding the book in question. ] Malificar of the North: a study by Sister Rhiani, for instance. [ And he tossed the tome causally atop a stack of others. ] "All mages of the north are evil and poised atop a swaying dais, ready to fall into the lap of whatever demon holds their sway at the moment". In this instance, "mages from the north" are those from Tevinter, of course. This woman's never gone farther north than Orlais. I can assure you. How is your morning?
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His candor, also, was welcome. He'd never had occasion to meet so many elves, and a Dalish no less, but they were all proving to be lovely in their own ways. What had Sera said? "People are people"? Yes, quite.
He chuckled as the man approached, but didn't turn, moving instead back to the shelf he'd been "liberating" of trite propaganda all morning. ]
Quite the opposite. I'm simply organizing your library in terms of what should be read, and what should be re-purposed as furniture.
[ He pulled a tome from a higher shelf and turned then, holding the book in question. ] Malificar of the North: a study by Sister Rhiani, for instance. [ And he tossed the tome causally atop a stack of others. ] "All mages of the north are evil and poised atop a swaying dais, ready to fall into the lap of whatever demon holds their sway at the moment". In this instance, "mages from the north" are those from Tevinter, of course. This woman's never gone farther north than Orlais. I can assure you. How is your morning?