#tevintertemplar

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“Well, you’re still a sight for sore eyes, so I won’t complain.” Ariadne teased, stepping forward to shake the other woman’s hand. Her mother would have had an apoplexy at the sight, but Ariadne was hoping to shake that off.

“Ariadne Maren. Former Knight Captain back in Minrathous, recently joined up as a soldier and occasionally training the riffraff that are turning into the Inquisition’s army.” She gave Moira a good firm shake, and then went back to leaning against the wall. “Well, I think the Inquisition could use those talents. I’ve had some of what they’ve made, and I think some of the bread they make could be used as doorstops.”

Moira chuckled, grasping Ariadne’s hand firmly for a moment too long before releasing it.

“A pleasure.  I’m sure the Inquisition will be grateful for your skills.  I’ve heard farmers and merchants are enlisting in droves, so I imagine you’re teaching them from scratch.”

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She chuckled, deciding to ease up on the flirting. He was clearly not that used to it, looking at that blush. “Well, that’s good to hear. I hear they can use all the hands they got. Though definitely not an excuse for a bad contract.” She shrugged, adjusting her shield on her back. “Mind if I tag along? Safety in numbers, and I swear I am not so much of a Vint that I’ll be an asshole.”

Akorad would be infinitely grateful for the easing up.

“That’s what I’ve heard too.  We’re one of several mercenary companies hired to work under their banner.  I’ve heard the Bull’s Chargers are already there, great company.”  It was clear he was excited at the prospect of working with such a well-known group of mercenaries.

Moira accepted the basket with a wide smile.  “Thank you so much!”

She opened the jar of spice to smell it and gives a delighted groan.  “Oh, this smells fantastic!  And the balm is something I desperately needed.  Thank you, Ariadne.”

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“I... Ah, what?”  Akorad cleared his throat and started over.  “Well, yes, actually.  The Valo-Kas have been hired to join the Inquisition.  We’re headed there to discuss the actual contract now.”

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Moira gave a hearty laugh.  “Fitting description.  Mine froze off on the way here.”  She gestured to her chest, flat beneath the armor she wore.

Your muse finds my muse locked away in an abandoned building, bruised and shocked. Send “Who did this to you?” to help my muse

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Caitlin flinched upon hearing the voice; Maker she couldn’t help it.  Besides her shiver, she did not move, did not dare to, but only waited to see what the woman wanted of her.  For a moment she entertained the idea that the woman might be here to finish her off, and that she wouldn’t necessarily stop her if it meant her suffering ended.  But no, no, that would do no good.

                                  Scare the hamster | Not Accepting

Shien had gotten a little lost. Minrathous had changed significantly since his last visit - has it been ten years, or twenty? He was still fairly certain that there was a blacksmith around here, who knew how to mend crossbows. His trusted miniature crossbow was starting to veer a little to the side and while he was working in the area anyway the elf figured, he might as well get it fixed. He was so focused on finding the smithery, he didn’t notice the templar appearing in his back.