Snippet #1392693

Antius’ comment only made Severia clench her jaw. ”I had a privileged upbringing but I was not that sheltered. I am not blind to the truths of any level of slavery nor the corrupt ways of common man’s carnal instinct. I will not permit him to do anything unsavory. Even without proper sword or shield I can be deadly.” and still her cheeks burn. Although Ryuu’s two cents didn’t help much either and she wound up palming her forehead. Such talk of things concerning anything beyond innocence easily bring the lady knight down. It’s just so improper and excessive to have to bring anything up at all. Even the idea of holding hands is far too intimate for Severia to wrap her head around. Before she could let her mind try to fathom and grasp whether or not Valen would dare; the lady knight blinks at the Crow-talk. Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa…slit throats? Assassination? She lifts her head in time to catch Asmara’s nearly exasperated face. ”I…am not saying that. My only concern is to get a bit close and try to learn any further moves from the Teryn. He has us at great disadvantage, we should gain a foothold.” Severia could not imagine planning an assassination attempt. Wouldn’t that just be outright murder, to want someone else dead?

A hushed din erupts over the tavern as a very, very tall man lumbers towards their table. Severia recognizes him as the blur she saw out by the twins’ tent when she went to drag Valen off. His offer is an astonishing one but Severia does note he rightfully called her ‘ser’. Well a few points right there but…she cannot simply allow a stranger in their midst. Tiaryn was fine, Ryuu suggested her but this man is wholly unknown. ”…a thoughtless gesture, you could suffer greatly were you to join something you are in the dark about. And I do not know that we could trust you.” it’s true though, isn’t it? There could be weasels out there looking for the Grey Wardens and this man could be one of them. All she can do for now is test him. ”We have a short matter of business coming soon. If you are to get a nibble of what we are doing, feast with us at the ball as a guest.” the metaphorical invitation will have to do as a boisterous voice breaches her hearing. ”Oh Maker…”

Severia looks to the champion, blood mage and the reluctant slave coming into the tavern. Oh Valen do kindly shut the hell up. Her jaw remains clenched, toes gripping the inside of her boots. Tension is a common sign of stress in anyone and for the lady knight it is becoming chronic after Ostagar. ”They are our resources and the ones whom will hopefully get us into the ball. Play nice.” she dryly murmurs to the others. The very presence of the twin has cleared out more than half of the tavern’s patrons. Many have mixed feelings and perplexed views on Valen and Blodwyn. Still she manages a smile and offers the entered trio a polite wave. Go away Valen. You don’t belong here. Just turn, walk out that door, snort some gold…

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Cash never thought he’d ever be happy to see Ryuu. When the Dalish Crow came and informed him of the group he throated a brief hum of surprise, brows lifted. ”Oh? Ma serannas.” without giving Lisa a second look nor proper farewell he quickly slides off of the stool to join the others. What’ve they been talking about and more importantly where is his damned sister? The bard blinks at a shem with purple misted hair before choosing a seat next to Ryuu for the sake of having a tall, foreboding Dalish near him to ward away any further unwanted interaction. He chooses to entirely ignore the man in gaudy armor whom just stormed inside. ”Meathead.” he hisses under his breath, busying himself with his unruly, long bangs.