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                   the heavy thud of dead weight echoes along the stone corridor, green eyes flickering to look back at the pale blonde that stood with a dagger in hand and now a freshly ripped open man below her. his axe sits across the room in another torso and quickly he draws his sword turning to face the woman, the black and red armor more than familiar in his mind. dark brotherhood. lips draw back into a nearly polite smile as he nods to the dead man, “ i suppose i should thank you.” he knew exactly how this would have played out had she not killed him, a knife would be in his back and while it wouldnt have killed him it would have been agonizing to heal. 

There is absolutely nothing suspicious about the evening at all.

No, the Warden just happens to be sharpening her blades in proximity to one of her recent companions. The foreigner can do as she likes, and it will not matter to Aria. In this moment, all that occupies her is the keen song of iron against a whetstone. With her hood pulled up, none could tell how her ears twitched in the direction of Daeris’ movements, how silvery eyes followed the sway of her shadow. At last, satisfied her blades would glide through Darkspawn and hunters like butter, she sheathed them, incidentally turning her attention towards the other.

“So, I’ve got a dullard’s question--” 

She sent up a prayer to whichever god was listening, though they seemed to have shut their ears towards her of late. Let her be more of a talker than Sten. Let her be a bit more to the point than Leliana.

:･ﾟ 🔥┇ Hanzo’s trust is not so easily gained — yet there is a hint of curiosity for this woman; this demi goddess. For all the good judgement Raiden may make — not all of them with proper outturns however — the Grandmaster is not convinced of Daeris’s allegiance. She’s jumped around where she saw fit most, after all, and where it benefited her most. It is only when they are alone that he dares speak however, wanting to gauge for himself: 

              ❝—— You were once trained by Shang Tsung, were you not?❞

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 a passion project for the apothecary to help some of these wayward Templars stave off some of their withdrawal symptoms - and keeping them off of lyrium seemed like a good idea. Weren’t their abilities to dampen mage magic and render them useless fueled by it? Adan wasn’t totally versed in Templar specifics. The book in hand was meant to help with that, and he was engrossed in it as he entered his room, having read over most of the first several pages during his walk from the library to his room.