MOVED

So, here’s a link to a google doc with everyone’s approval changes for all the major Inquisition decisions, minus Josephine and Rasaan since Josephine isn’t approval based and Rasaan is on hiatus. 

;; – “Gotta say, I’m not too worried about that kind of thing.”

An outlaw is an outlaw is an outlaw. Certain patterns in life have never ceased to fail Arthur, and ever the creature of comfortable habit, he’d continue to live the way he chose to solely because it was second nature to him. The reality of this situation is far less colorful than it appeared. A behemoth of a man showing up in a known but not known little crevice of Thedas may be strange, but it’s stranger that, after all this time, this is the first time he’s ever ran into anyone when he came there– though, he supposed with his main leader’s vagueness this might’ve been intended. 

“None of them, miss.” Arthur kept his body language lax for the most part, though his fingers itched for the dagger at his belt– that of which is far less dangerous in his hands than the bow hung over his shoulder. He does not step back, does not step forward either, but he does meet the other’s gaze.

“I’m not in the business of telling strangers what I’m up to if I’m gonna be honest. Don’t know anything about anyone but Red Jenny, you want to know a little more? You’re gonna have to give me a reason not to see you as a threat.”

“I’d imagine I’m not much of threat to you. Not as I am right now, anyway. I’m afraid I’ve left my arms and armor back home.” Nevarine halted her procession as her eyes flickered to the dagger and bow the man was armed with. She raised her hands in a pacifistic manner and spun around slowly so he could see that there were no weapons at her back. “I have daggers hidden in my dress like any sensible woman, but I only show those to people who ask nicely.”

Perhaps others would would be terrified of the prospect of meeting an armed stranger without a method of defense, but the teyrna maintained her kittenish demeanor. She’d been in situations with far more abysmal odds, though she still wasn’t eager for a fight. If she had her way, this confrontation would not end in bloodshed.

“Ah, just the pirate I’ve been looking for,” the self-proclaimed Queen of the Eastern Seas called as she sauntered across the boarding plank of The Red Dragon. Its captain stood amidst of scrambling pirates as they loaded crates, bales, and barrels of various cargo into the ship’s hold. She’d seen him before on scant occasion; not enough to know him, but enough to know his face. Her path to him was direct, and she gave no care for the crewmen that stared at the woman that approached their captain. She stood before him and extended a hand to shake. “Captain Salvatore Canaglia. You’ve made quite the name for yourself over the years. I’m Isabela, Queen of the Eastern Seas, captain of the Siren’s Call, and current Admiral of the Inquisition Navy.”

In her other hand was a rolled piece of parchment sealed with the emblem of the Inquisition. The parchment was a contract written by Lady Montilyet, whose intent was to strike a deal with sailors of worth to bolster the Inquisition’s naval presence. But Isabela knew that while the contract would work for sailors that kept to honest work, raiders and pirates couldn’t be persuaded to join nor be kept in line by mere ink on parchment.