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@dalishflame said ; “Don’t be alarmed but I’m being followed. Act normal."
if she had a gold coin for every time greer had been told this very sentence, she would be - - - wealthier than she is now. it’s easy to fall into step beside him in the thin crowd of redcliffe and walk at the same pace, her hands loose by her sides despite their pointed proximity to the wicked looking silver daggers at her hips. BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY. “by who, and what do they want?”
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“leliana told me a GREY WARDEN had joined the fray,” shoulder rests against the rough-hewn doorframe of the barn and greer idly sets to work slicing a hunk off of the apple in her hand with a sharp dagger that glistens silver in the warm, setting sun light that slants over the top of skyhold’s tall walls. she regards him with a smile and steady eyes that flicker over the man. HUH.
“for all your oaths about staying OUT of politics, my experience has been quite the opposite.” she half-expects something about how THIS ISN’T POLITICAL, IT’S ABOUT SAVING THE WORLD ; for all she detests the way teryns and queens bicker and fiddle with their maps, even she cannot deny the fact that the inquisition is something of a political faction, views molded by the herald. an interesting figure. NEARLY as interesting as the warden before her. greer must admit to being BIASED in favor of taking a vested interest in those who wear blue-and-silver.
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@spphirrgue said ; “Seems everyone in this family’s got problems.”
greer is UNCOMFORTABLE enough just being in a ballroom ; being in THE WINTER PALACE and now being privy to all the orlesian royal family’s dirty little secrets is even worse. not that greer had thought that family would be anything less than disastrous, but she didn’t want all the sordid details. sordid details she has now. “i mean, what else could you expect?” greer shifts the sash that keeps slipping off one shoulder and shakes her head, voice quiet under the sound of the music and the quiet chatter of people playing the game on the dancefloor, “all that scheming all the time has gotta cause a lot of problems.”
“it is QUITE the title,” she glances up from where she stands by ambassador montilyet’s empty desk, scroll sealed with the wax crest of highever in hand. perhaps she is not the only one who has come seeking the woman and found her gone from her usual post, “INQUISITOR.” it’s both an explanation and a greeting, head bowing in deference for a moment.
traveling with the warden had brought her to the doorstep of all sorts ; traveling further after even more so, after both name and friendships brought favor from many ( and the threat of death from more, though they were more swiftly dealt with ) - and still, no title rung so clear or weighed as much as inquisitor or herald. “i hope they let you rest,” lips quirk but there is something rueful in their twist, “instead of keeping you up all night with requests and demands.”
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