Wolfbane
Why change the past when you can own this day?
"Holy pl*pse! Strong stuff, innit?" She turned to the sound of a cough to look at the person from which it came as she herself had drink of hers. Raven hair up in a bun as if to contain the tar from spilling all over her porcelain skin. The woman's garb looked Orleslian in nature, but also Tevinter. Kenzi knows Orlesian threads when she sees them. Comes with being a nobles daughter. Now Tevinter threads had a very dark, but elegant way about them whereas Orlesians liked more vibrant colors and attire.
Did this person even want to talk? She supposes not, but there's no harm in it. The worst thing they can do is not answer and just drink in silence. Silence was not a bad thing, this is what she believes. Kenzi also wants t know who is here for the march. Better to know the person guarding your back. Not to mention she wanted to at least speak to another surfacer while down there.
She had decided after her chat or drink in silence she'll hit the bed, or stone; Andraste's ass she hopes it's a bed. Or at least hay with animal hide over it. The march will start tomorrow; A march against the darkspawn. As if she didn't see enough during her childhood. Hell, she fought a more than a few when she was a paid bow. But now it seemed dire, almost scarier. Maybe it was because they were the people to stop it, the toll masters. They are the gatekeepers of the dead river. The gatekeeper was in many religions. He was tasked to do he death tolls and to allow or turn back people he deemed worthy or unworthy. Now, that was her. Not an easy thought. With that, she took a longer drink.
Did this person even want to talk? She supposes not, but there's no harm in it. The worst thing they can do is not answer and just drink in silence. Silence was not a bad thing, this is what she believes. Kenzi also wants t know who is here for the march. Better to know the person guarding your back. Not to mention she wanted to at least speak to another surfacer while down there.
She had decided after her chat or drink in silence she'll hit the bed, or stone; Andraste's ass she hopes it's a bed. Or at least hay with animal hide over it. The march will start tomorrow; A march against the darkspawn. As if she didn't see enough during her childhood. Hell, she fought a more than a few when she was a paid bow. But now it seemed dire, almost scarier. Maybe it was because they were the people to stop it, the toll masters. They are the gatekeepers of the dead river. The gatekeeper was in many religions. He was tasked to do he death tolls and to allow or turn back people he deemed worthy or unworthy. Now, that was her. Not an easy thought. With that, she took a longer drink.
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