the judge, jury, & executioner.

“ i am not being defensive. in fact, we could end this if you decided to turn around and   go back to your dwarf. “

     her heart thumped in her chest, a wild fire in her eyes. she was livid, to say the very least. hawke’s eyes burn into the warden’s, her teeth gritted.

❝ let. me. GO. ❞

“ i am NOT a maker-damned egg! “

“ perhaps a little bit of both. i didn’t come here to be talked to like this, so i will ask you to   refrain from being so passive aggressive toward me. “

     the world was much different than the nightmare had anticipated. they looked around with muddy eyes, still standing outside the rift they had escaped from. they had collapsed onto their knees, eyes wide with a morbid wonder. 

     they were free. free to do whatever they wished with this world. they were almost excited.

     it took them a few minutes for their eyes to adjust to the brightness of the new world. they heard a faded voice - no, multiple voices. they heard the rift nightmare had escaped from seal shut, and felt people pick them up.

     their eyes adjusted, and they were greeted to the damned inquisitor and one of their companions holding them up, yelling for a healer. of course the inquisitor would be here. when weren’t they? 

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          ✖ “Wait a moment && I’ll be right with you.” The elf says from behind his desk, eyes not even lifting to the new presence; he’s too busy writing, his hand moving across the page in quick, small motions. After a pause he finally glances up, placing the quill down beside the document he’d been focused on, attention already turned to his guest.

     Kaey rises from his chair, moving about his desk to approach the woman who had entered the small study appointed as his own, for all his assassin business. “If you’re looking for something I can help you find it, I’ve come to learn that this keep is a maze && most don’t know their directions very well.” He offers a reassuring smile, one he had mastered in the event of someone wandering into his study, as it seemed to happen often enough.

     The woman seems familiar – he’d probably seen her around Skyhold, or with the Inquisitor – but he doesn’t make a point of analyzing her, keeping his eyes politely on hers, never wandering to note her details. Unimportant, surely. Nothing to worry about. “Too many end up lost here.”

❝ not lost, actually. i was told by the inquisitor that you possibly would have a job for me? ❞

     ophelia says, her posture near-picture perfect, arms tucked behind her back. why did she agree to stay? she sighs softly. she was hoping for an early retirement after kirkwall, but then again when have things actually stayed in thedas? 

     her eyes flick across the elf’s figure. of course, he wasn’t what she expected - she would’ve thought him to be taller. she almost expected zevran - when the inquisitor said he was an assassin elf, that was the first thing she thought of. she wasn’t going to say it wasn’t a bad thing, though.