Ceallach Norrenddare
Ceallach was alarmed as the Templar drew his sword, ready to cut down an enemy. For a moment he thought his anger was directed towards him (being a thief and all, he didnât really like official-looking people), but it became clear soon enough that the target he was focused on was Blodwyn, not him. Valen stepped up to guard her and the dark haired woman grabbed him by the arm and yanked him in front of her. Again. Like before.
He felt a bit stupidâwas his only purpose being a shield made of flesh and bone? Dear Maker. He opened his mouth to tell her that he could fight with his blades, and that would be better protection to her than just hiding behind his back, but she spoke first, yelling out her terms to Severia.
He was only startled once more as the Templar began to rage, this time backing up slightly and putting out an arm protectively. He wanted to cover her ears so she didnât have to hear this. Discrimination against anyone was wrong in his eyes; he grew up trying to keep his little siblings from hearing the hurtful words they said about elves. Blodwyn was a human, a slaver, a Blood Mage, and as much as he thought her ideals were wrong, he didnât want a girl listening to something like that. For a second she could have been Meara or his other siblings.
Merle Rilynnrae
She glanced up at the towering man beside her, heaving an impatient sigh along with a nod of agreement. Indeed, those two were the same, each too full of pride to even think about their surroundings. Stupid shemlens. However she was inwardly surprised when he informed her of his favor towards the Dalish. It was slightly amusing, seeing that it came from a shem. âWell, I must say I prefer the Dalish as well,â she replied, a tint of humor in her voice. Of course she liked the Dalishâshe was one of them and she held pride in them.
Merle simply looked on with feigned disinterest, though a bit irked as the Blood Mage grabbed the elven boy with the intention to use him as a shield. Oh yes, just turn the boy into a shield, it wasnât like he could ever die from such a hit. Oh no. And the boy didnât even resist, though looking a bit hesitantâfoolish. (Merle was going to call him âboyâ even though in actuality she had gathered he was older than her.)
Herr insides bristled at the Templarâs outburst or rage, though she still pretended to be unaffected. Did these shemlens have no discreetness inside them? All that yelling and accusing disgusted her. It wasnât like she herself was a mage, least of all a Blood Mage, but spewing hatred was only going to cause trouble inside a large group with differences. She minutely rolled her eyes, glancing towards the side. She was going to be travelling with these swine? What a foolish mistake she had made. Ugh, shemlen were soâŠbase. Simple and blundering. Couldnât they see the broader aspect of things in such situations?
Thank the Maker some of them had sense! The lady knight named Severia seemed to have a mature professional outlook that met her approvalâas well as some other women. Good for them, they had a working brainânow she was only left to praying that some others did as well. She didnât like company, but having brutes for travelling mates revolted her beyond means of explaining.
Ceallach was alarmed as the Templar drew his sword, ready to cut down an enemy. For a moment he thought his anger was directed towards him (being a thief and all, he didnât really like official-looking people), but it became clear soon enough that the target he was focused on was Blodwyn, not him. Valen stepped up to guard her and the dark haired woman grabbed him by the arm and yanked him in front of her. Again. Like before.
He felt a bit stupidâwas his only purpose being a shield made of flesh and bone? Dear Maker. He opened his mouth to tell her that he could fight with his blades, and that would be better protection to her than just hiding behind his back, but she spoke first, yelling out her terms to Severia.
He was only startled once more as the Templar began to rage, this time backing up slightly and putting out an arm protectively. He wanted to cover her ears so she didnât have to hear this. Discrimination against anyone was wrong in his eyes; he grew up trying to keep his little siblings from hearing the hurtful words they said about elves. Blodwyn was a human, a slaver, a Blood Mage, and as much as he thought her ideals were wrong, he didnât want a girl listening to something like that. For a second she could have been Meara or his other siblings.
Merle Rilynnrae
She glanced up at the towering man beside her, heaving an impatient sigh along with a nod of agreement. Indeed, those two were the same, each too full of pride to even think about their surroundings. Stupid shemlens. However she was inwardly surprised when he informed her of his favor towards the Dalish. It was slightly amusing, seeing that it came from a shem. âWell, I must say I prefer the Dalish as well,â she replied, a tint of humor in her voice. Of course she liked the Dalishâshe was one of them and she held pride in them.
Merle simply looked on with feigned disinterest, though a bit irked as the Blood Mage grabbed the elven boy with the intention to use him as a shield. Oh yes, just turn the boy into a shield, it wasnât like he could ever die from such a hit. Oh no. And the boy didnât even resist, though looking a bit hesitantâfoolish. (Merle was going to call him âboyâ even though in actuality she had gathered he was older than her.)
Herr insides bristled at the Templarâs outburst or rage, though she still pretended to be unaffected. Did these shemlens have no discreetness inside them? All that yelling and accusing disgusted her. It wasnât like she herself was a mage, least of all a Blood Mage, but spewing hatred was only going to cause trouble inside a large group with differences. She minutely rolled her eyes, glancing towards the side. She was going to be travelling with these swine? What a foolish mistake she had made. Ugh, shemlen were soâŠbase. Simple and blundering. Couldnât they see the broader aspect of things in such situations?
Thank the Maker some of them had sense! The lady knight named Severia seemed to have a mature professional outlook that met her approvalâas well as some other women. Good for them, they had a working brainânow she was only left to praying that some others did as well. She didnât like company, but having brutes for travelling mates revolted her beyond means of explaining.