#altusredemptor

The night wound down as, tragically, all nights did -- barring the ones spurred on by blood magic or sex. He slides in beside the man, smiling his most disarming smile. The question was as ridiculous as it was serious. He’d no real understandings of the workings of magic, but he could apparently remove brooms from the equation entirely. “I did, but I guess I’ll just have to rework it. I don’t suppose there’s anything you do fly on? It would make things so much easier.” He’s teasing, but only a little. A song about a flying mage would create quite a stir in the less religious parts of the world.

“You say that because you haven’t seen the horrors wrought by magic gone awry,” Hux spat in reply, glaring across the table at Pavus. This is ostensibly a meeting about stratagems for their excursion into the Kocari Wilds, but, as per usual, has devolved into pointless bickering about the ills of magic. Which are plentiful, as any good Andrastian knows. The fact that Pavus is a damnable Vint is not making matters any better. For all the Inquisitor knew, they could have an abomination on their hands. “We need more archers. More actual military might -- not this hand waving feel good nonsense your kind seems to think is so imperative to winning this war.”

“ I’m sorry to hear about your friend, Felix.  Brought you shitty alcohol, if you want it.  With everything going on of late, it feels like a shitty alcohol kind of day ... if you want the company for it, anyway. “ 

        “Familiar roads feel so strange.” Sun catches at the corner of your eye, pulls them to the gilded buildings flanking either side, vitae benefaria, your father’s eyes bore holes into your back but you pay them no mind (or, at least, pretend to), on your own now, you can do this, you have to. “I hope it’s better here.”

“Maybe I'd thought myself that once, but we were all young men once.”

“Not you.” Solas gave a tired sigh. “But that you assumed it speaks volumes.” He stood with arms crossed over his chest, his line of sight rested on Sera and he nodded to her in a vague gesture. “With her bow, she has the skill of one who has trained for a lifetime, and claims to have been taught only by herself... All that natural talent, and she has only wasted it on insignificant pranks.”

“Are you going to go back to your home, Dorian? To help people there?”