Asmara Surana
Asmara, undaunted, smiled again at the new woman when she sat, and this time, received a slightly-puzzled nod in return, though both of them soon found their attention caught by what Ser Sev was saying. A ball... like a party? Asmara had not had much cause to hear mention of such things that often in her lifetime, and truthfully she was not certain what was entailed in such an event, though it seemed like a celebration of some sort from what people were saying about it. And one thrown in honor of Teyrn Loghain? But why would they want to get anywhere near him? He had betrayed the Wardens at Ostagar and would probably kill any of them on sight-
Oh. Ryuu's meaning was clear enough, even to her, and Asmara looked down at the table, seeming for a moment to study the patterns in the wood grain very intently, tracing one with a finger. Surely... surely it was not something a Warden should do, to kill a person? They were supposed to be the defenders of Thedas, friend to all the citizens of the continent, were they not? She understood that sometimes, people were wicked in their actions, but she did not truly believe in the notion of wicked people. It was hard for her to accept that the only way to deal with the Teyrn was to kill him.
She looked up again, trying to find a sympathetic pair of eyes somewhere, but everyone seemed to be either mulling over it themselves, focusing on something else, or bound and determined to do it. Ryuu himself had disappeared, then returned. She followed the path of his movement to see Cash and that lady again. Hopefully, nothing was wrong there.
But Asmara was trying to distract herself, and she knew it. Gathering her courage, she spoke aloud. "I understand why it might be... easier to do that, but... should we really be doing that, as Wardens?" Green eyes scanned the faces present, but soon dropped back to her hands. She was having difficulty putting words to her thoughts; understandably, this was not a circumstance she dealt with often, and she was unsure how to express what she wished the others to know.
Tiaryn Ormet
That had been a good deal easier than she had expected. It would seem that Ryuu carried a good deal of sway with his fellow Warden, though Tiaryn was hardly surprised. He had that sort of friendly charisma that she could not understand of affect herself. It was part of what made him good at what he did.
She had the impression that she was not immediately liked; though this was hardly a surprise. She was, admittedly, a trained assassin with no social skills and connections only to one person here. She would have been more suspicious if she had been welcomed with open arms. Which was why she was struggling to figure out how to deal with the small blond one. Naturally wary, she was nevertheless unable to detect the slightest hint of manipulation or guile in the grin, so she simply nodded and let it be for now, choosing to focus on the conversation.
Her natural conclusion was that they were attending this fete to kill Loghain, which was why she was hardly surprised when Ryuu expressed the desire to do just that. She did not know why this noble in particular had earned his ire, but then it was her job to kill people, not ask questions about it. Well, it was my job. She was unsure if she had been running from the profession itself or simply the organization that had used her like a tool for the majority of her life. Maybe both; but she would not hesitate to use her skills for the closest thing she'd ever had to a friend.
She kept her peace for the most part during the discussion, though her gaze did follow the only movement that occurred during it, and she wondered if the elven lad Ryuu spoke to was also of their ilk. Her ilk, now, she supposed, at least after a fashion. The only time she contributed was when the blond one raised something of a protest to the notion. "If it is not a job for the Wardens, then perhaps it is a job for me," she replied coolly, raising an eyebrow. she had missed the point of the protest entirely, but then it was difficult for her to conceive of someone having difficulty with killing per se, though she could understand protests to incidents and agents specifically.
She followed the comment with a nonchalant shrug; it didn't really matter to her whether the idea was accepted or not. She personally had no more stake in the man's demise than she had gained from simply being associated with those who wished him dead.