#withdivinity

"  IT is in your better interest    to maintain a respect distance,    dear, lest you do force my hand. "

Apples are v healthy, indeed.

.: He rolls his tongue over his lips, biting the lower in thought. The elf could always attempt to snap the chains or even electrocute anyone who came close to him, but the problem that was still at hand was that he still had no clue as to who had him captured. The slaver hadn't - cared that he'd left all those years ago, even though he has the mark burned permanently into his back.  Even so, had he really been that important to him to order a capture? Or perhaps a bounty... Cyrcen was an apostate, after all. Still, he grumbles and remains seated on the ground in wait. :.

     He knows about this, he's seen it in the dreams of the Magisters        and their heirs, he's watched the writhing and the whining for        several different view points, he's seen the way that everything        winds up unfolding, and much like most other things he sees that        devastate these native Tevinters, he finds it hilarious.  He finds        this back divine funny, this idea of Andraste as a prophet and this        maker as their god.  In fact, he finds gods to be funny in general        now that he thinks about it.  If they were real, wouldn't they be        here reaping in some of this power that these men and women        have.      You're not supposed to stare, you're supposed to grovel, treat him        like a walking god, obey and praise him, that's how you get power        in Tevinter.      Ayeni doesn't need this power.  He has his own.      " You're quite a silly man, Decimus.  Well, most holy, rather."