Auuuuuuugh.

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     Lucky for her he’s neither very elfy, nor very Vinty for that matter. Owning slaves is for those who weren’t slaves themselves. He might find himself becoming slightly fond of her himself. “I hate ‘weird magic shit’ quite a bit myself. A shame he didn’t stay as dead as the magister I killed before him.” Fenris huffed, lips quirking into a little smirk. “I’m sure I have nothing you haven’t already witnessed for yourself.”

Sera tried so hard. She promised she did, to the ‘Quis, and to Bull, and even to Dorian. She wouldn’t be too mean to Solas anymore. He was an elfy-elf, even if he wasn’t Dalish, and he was a mage, and not even one who stuck by the rules, and he was mean, and he teased her about magic, and, and, and. 

She promised she’d not do things to him on purpose. That she’d not make him do stuff to her, even though that was bollocks. So she sought him out in his big, echoey room in the tower, the library- and Dorian, and Leliana, and a handful of others- maybe staring down as she stood, arms folded, by the door.

“Make that a definite yes. I’m sure you know all of the fun places, Sera.” It took a certain amount of willpower to not jump in her seat at the unexpected contact to her ankle; though, her leg did twitch a bit. But it isn’t unwelcome and silently Maryden moves her foot closer to Sera’s under the table. “Some Duke of Val Chevin or something. In fact, I don’t even really think he was who he said he was. The whole party was extremely suspicious. Had passwords to get in and everything.” The songstress allows herself a wry smile at the memory and takes another sip of her drink. “Cramps aren’t the worst thing that’s happened to me while playing. It’s all in the job description, unfortunately. I’ve gotten used to it after awhile.”

“You get to do that a lot? Travel around Thedas and recruit people for your cause?” 

That part didn’t sound bad at all. Leilani could think of worse ways to spend what were possibly her last years before The Calling would claim her. She loved her clan, still cared for them deeply, but after all she’d done and seen, returning to their slow-paced, dull life was no longer an option. Not to mention she didn’t want them to witness her painful and inevitable demise, so perhaps joining the Inquisition herself wasn’t such an odd idea.

“Feels like decades since I’ve last been in a proper Tavern,” she said with an exaggerated sigh of mournfulness, tilting her head towards Sera. “Speaking of which, I’ve a room at the Gnawed Noble rented for tonight. I was planning to leave Denerim tomorrow, but if you say there’s stuff – fun stuff – to do here… I guess I could stay a little longer.”

In truth, she cherished the break from dreary weeks spent travelling on her own, the journeys into the Deep Roads, and hunting down darkspawn stragglers on the surface. It was a nice and welcomed change of pace. Even better when considering the company.

“Don’t get me wrong – it’s not a formal invitation to my bedchamber. Unless you want it to be,” she added, cocking an eyebrow and smiling knowingly.

She hummed softly, shifting to kick her legs out in front of her on the barrel. “We pick up people as we go around. The Inquisitor... they’re like this beacon, yeah? Like a glowy-hope-thing, and people come to them, and join up and do stuff, because... even if they don’t believe the world’s gone all iffy and even if they’re not scared of the sky, they believe in the ‘Quiz. And that’s the point of it. People believing and hoping and fighting. So we travel and people come to us, too.”

“Well, there’s the Herald’s Rest in Skyhold. Where I live. And Bull. But he’s not got a room, he just kind of... passes out on the table. And Cole. I dunno if he sleeps, really. Creepy little-” She scoffed a little. “Anyway, I got wind of this- arsy face noble who’s been beating his servants and stuff, but because of all the- mad crap, they can work for him or come join the Inquisition, so I’m going to make sure he learns not to be- well. Arsy.”