#inquisitcr

"It's good to see you in— Well, in as much of one piece as possible," Andruil comments idly as she raises her ice cream as if to toast for the Inquisitor's continued survival. In all honesty, she is relieved beyond relief to see the dark elf in one piece, but that is not something either of them will be able to admit out loud anytime soon. Despite the tentative peace between their respective loyalties, their life is far too long to expect that peace to last forever. That doesn't mean she won't be bothering him any time he is nearby, though. He is still dear to her, after all, even if she can't just say it. "Join me for a bite, now that we don't have to try to kill each other on sight."

As one forever invested in garnering power in all its forms, Sinbryn hoped to establish a militant unit loyal to her leadership. The sooner she could demonstrate how able she was the sooner she could continue her climb to the highest echelon of her society. For a while, she thought that would look like an army of dark sisters who shared her devotion but now she was unsure. If strength could be found in those considerably further beneath her, then should she discount them purely for their lowliness? Naturally, that wonder didn't extend to the Inquisitor, but his work could yield positive results at the very least. "I've had curious thoughts recently and I want to hear your opinions. Surprisingly, you have insight on this subject that I may not," she started, not making any attempt to hide the disdain she felt for having to ask Somniar anything. "The Illthids, would they make good additions to a militant force? As more than fodder, I'd rather command a force comprised solely of capable individuals."

~ " Ar lath ma, vhenan, " he whispers as he presses a gentle kiss to her lips. A simple statement that carried so much meaning. ~