Snippet #1379821

The armored lady exhales a short-lived laugh when Kujo flops across the man's lap. "Mm, he's an overgrown lap-dog. Do keep in mind Kujo is rather useless outside of battle." she jabs lightly at the hound's pride although Kujo is far too delved in a belly rub to respond to his mistress' teasing. Apparently Kujo had no intention of rolling off of the man anytime soon. Severia is used to that but she doesn't want to burden anyone with the whims of her quirky, heavy warhound. Nonetheless her packing slows as she finishes up and hears what the man, Jasper, has to say.

Her parents have told her to be wary of strangers and she always has been. Even if Kujo fancies them it cannot predict how they will behave in the future. And the man is missing an eye. What sort of shannanigans has he gotten into to deserve that? Standing to encourage her body to drop tension she leans against the wall opposite of the slumbering mages and the rogue. That haphazardous grin does little to comfort any concerns but...well he did do fine out against the Darkspawn. Although she wonders how long he's been traveling with Asmara's clutch she decides to leave that for questioning the elven mage later. "As long as you understand what you're offering yourself to, you are more than welcome to lend a hand for Ferelden, Jasper."

Offering yourself to the cause of the Grey Wardens as a non-Warden is noble and can bring so much. However there is always that vast risk. The Darkspawn will want you dead for siding with the Wardens (they just know it's so eery!), Blight animals are apt to hunt you quickly and the people who do not see the need for Wardens will shun you.

Kujo sits up somewhat and seems to direct his attention to Bruce, back hunched and no longer kicking his leg from the pleasant belly scratch. He somewhat understands the angry, low growl from the Templar and utters his own dull snarl. As all dogs he knows when someone isn't fond of him, but as a mabari he senses so much more for his Lady. Kujo looks to Jasper again and with a wiggle of his short tail slathers the man's face with a film of slavia from his broad tongue before standing up. He bows into a stretch and plods over to Severia, dropping his rump down on the cave floor and leaning a burly shoulder against her leg as he warily eyes the Templars.

Severia notes her warhound's behavior but assumes nothing, reaching down to fondly rub the furry soldier's ears. When the Templar begins to speak again she gives him a stable look. Warden Severia. That didn't sound like something she'd be fond to hear often. Warden she may be but she has always been a knight. Still this nameless man has a point. "Ah please, Ser Templar. I've been known as 'Ser Sev' since I was seventeen and find it befitting.", how would she go about Ferelden with her fellow Wardens?, "I have considered it but have yet to construct anything useful." she admits. Severia has always been one to boost morale for, say, a troop of soldiers or even some young mabaris being weaned, even at times has she tried to regain the favor of her enraged parents (oh she will never regret her tattoos! Well worth it), but never before has she had to contend for a nation's understanding.

Now though Bruce's offer makes her touch her chin in thought and glance down at Kujo as though consulting the hound. Blinking at his Lady the wardog rolls over on his back, tongue lolling. Severia shakes her head at the spurned Kujo before settling her eyes to sift from either Templar. "I am humbled by your offer and very eagerly would I accept help from Templars", well Templar seeing as Raelnor hadn't been the one to offer although Templars have some bond of brotherhood, "But this is a very delicate matter. The faith of Ferelden needs to be kept in check now more than ever. I'm not certain I'd feel comfortable nor without guilt were I to take you from the Chantry. Mark my words, having Templars within the group would be a great help. But would the Chantry outcast you for it? The people need you now more than ever. Are you absolutely sure you want to risk your reputation with would-be murderers, Ser..?" she hasn't gotten most of their names. In the heat of battle shaking hands and swapping names aren't good form. Her words are directed to both Templars as well as Jasper, the stakes are high for everyone.

(Blysse&Cash coming soon)