Snippet #1371055

"Typical." is all Cash musters, grumbling about elves and slavery. He had watched Ryuu reprimand such words and fell silent to enjoy his soothing drink. Blysse enters the cave with the lynx in tow. Blissfully unaware of the sore topic she did catch the announcement of Lothering. If they all do travel together they should get better acquainted. The flaxen haired elf smiles at the Templar (albeit nervously) as she fills a cup of cider for the lynx, setting it down. "I won't aim my arrows at you again, honest. I am Blysse and sulking over there is my brother, Cash. We helped Severia in the woods and haven't wanted to return yet." there's something bigger going on in Ferelden, in all of Thedas perhaps, than the forest. Blysse knew Severia intentionally left out the Grey Warden bit and so made no comment of it.

"Oh, sorry this is Arvin...he ah...he's not quite himself right now." Blysse remarks absently with a rather oblivious expression as she watches the soggy lynx. She inwardly wonders if Arvin shifts back, will he be clothed? For the sake of decency, hopefully he will be. Or he'll at least spare them and go in the shadows near Ryuu. Her brother still doesn't get involved with the conversation and sits down against the wall, encircling his finger along the rim of his cup somberly.