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Keenan could smell the new grass beneath the wet, receding blanket of winter's old snow. By the trail crocuses bloomed, bursts of yellow and purple dotting the white hillside. Every now and then a rumble sounded from the snow sliding off a sharp ledge. He was surprised how long the sound carried up in the mountains. Bluebell, his rambunctious mabari was busy plowing through the snow after mice. She looked up and around at him, her face spattered with slush. It made him crack a smile, which quickly faded into awe as he approached the gates of the fantastic hold.
"Maker's breath." The oath was whispered as they passed under the mighty gates. Bell fell into step beside him at his whistle and he gave her thick head a pat. It seemed like the castle reflected the changing season, rousing itself from a great sleep as attendants shook the dust from its many floors.

Keenan had brought only very few possessions, wrapped in a cloth bag slung over his shoulder. The silver, double gryphon crest of the Grey Wardens glinted on his breastplate in the noonday sun. It was no secret what he was, and he would wear the symbol proudly, whether others took pride in it or not. Taking his first look inside the courtyard he noted the stables and a line of beams and cloth that he assumed may become stalls later on. A bark from Bell turned his attention as the dog ran up to a stranger by one of the fires. Keenan was well aware that mabari scared people.
"Bluebell! Here! Stop frightening the lady." He jogged up to take the dog by her thick leather collar.
"Sorry if Blue startled you, she likes new people, and she's harmless enough I promise." Bell, in response wiggled happily in Keenan's grasp.
"You'd be Dalish then," Keenan guessed, hoping it wasn't rude. He folded his free hand across his chest and bowed his head. "Keenan Dunmar...from Weisshaupt." He said the last part tentatively, peering up from his bow as if waiting for the hammer to fall.

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The travel from Tevinter to Skyhold was rather long and tiresome, even with the scenery as the carriage passed by it was no picnic. But a mans life is never full of games and pleasure, leisure perhaps but nothing terribly exciting was always happening. The vast sea of trees, green mass of plants and bushes, flowers sprouting up in various places, the great mountains which towered all of the land providing means of transportation through canyon paths. Allowing for footed travel to least provide some visual pleasantries along the way, much better then the constant motion over troubled sea, rising waves, storms and thunderous clouds..... Yes much better. Plus meant no chance of sea sickness.

But that was for another day. Sitting within his carriage surrounded by Tevinter guards from his own selection of hand picked men and women to accompany him on this journey to Skyhold. Call it paranoid..... But Numerious never took chances with any group of guards, never know who could be bought and thus you needed different measures each time out to ensure success and lessen the chance for foul play.

It was Tevinter after all.... You could never be certain when your time could be up within the Imperium, Sitting within the carriage meanwhile Numerious propped up his chin with a open hand, bent elbow pressed against the carriage arm, Hazel eyes looking out toward the inclined mountain pass to Skyhold, whilst a yawn escaped him.



Thoughts wandering to different places as the carriage proceed up the mountain and began to enter the palace fortress of Skyhold. "Kaffas!...... Festis Bei, Umo Canavarum!" The mage cursed aloud to the driver and his careless trick up the path and into Skyhold. Causing him to slip from his perched chin and hit his head hard on the carriage window area.

Running his forehead and shaking in irritated manner, Numerious awaited for the carriage to stop completely. Then waited for his guards to open his door before rising from his seat, straightening his Tevinter robes and smoothing his dark brown hair, replacing his scowl with a smile and smoothly exiting the carriage.

Stepping out onto the grounds of the castle, Numerious looked around with a bright smile and narrowed, focused eyes noticing a variety of different things and several different faces along his scanning view of the place. Noticing what appeared to be a grey warden by his plate armor and the griffin, speaking with a eleven woman and a mabari hound, Numerious smirked slightly for a moment before approaching. He hadn't wished to intrude onto conversation not his own, but it would be rude to not say hello.... No?

"Avanna..... Ambassadors." The Tevinter spoke kindly with a gestured wave of his hand and crossing his body in half bow to his fellows. While rising again with a 'How do you do' like returned hand gesture upon his rise back to straightened posture. "Allow me to introduce...... I'm Numerious Agorix, Fellow ambassador to the inquisition on behalf of my native Tevinter... Also a Magister of the Imperium." He spoke kindly in introduction preferring not to get off to a bad start. "And before you ask.... No, not all mages of the Imperium are Magister. A common misunderstanding." Numerious chuckled with a hand holding his personal staff that stood beside and slightly before him, while his other rested upon his hip, until perhaps a shake would come into play.

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Rashaan rode up the mountain passes that lead towards Skyhold alone, the ancient fortress slowly appearing in the distance head almost glimmering in the noon sun and by the light of touches somewhere inside. No doubt it was an impressive sight, she had read the report sent by the Hisraad about the place but he barely did the place justice. Just the construction of the place alone seemed impossible, climbing up the path was difficult enough to trek let alone build on the side of mountains and steep hill. The constructors must be gluttons for punishment or powerful magic was at work. A shiver went to her spine at the later though, seerabas with such power. In any case Skyhold is definitely a fine defensive position though she never understood what force would come by here. Probably why it was abandoned twice.

She eventually reached the gates of Skyhold and passed through, seeing the rustle and bustle of the various groups to prepare for the event. She wondered if she would be recognised of what she was, she was certainly did not look like any quinari they expected. This expectation had served her and the ben hessrath over the years and may do so know as well. She knew well how humans viewed elves and taking advantage if that was her speciality. How she will deal with others mistrust if the quinari is another matter as was what contribution they expected from them. The Inquisition certainly had its worked cut out for it if it expected to manage so many differing interest.

She left her horse in the stable and looked around the courtyard pointing out the various other groups present. So many of them had arrived, there is definitely a lot to learn here.

Keenan relaxed when the woman made no reaction to learning he had come from Weisshaupt. It was reflected in his posture and tone. Something in him wondered how much she knew of the wardens and the happenings with them in recent years. He certainly wasn’t going to bring it up now.

“Yes, she’s a mabari. They’re special to some, to others mabari are just dogs, as I’m sure some consider halla ‘just deer’.” Bell leaned into the scratch Vunora offered and her tongue lolled out in bliss.

“To me, she’s definitely like a halla...though, I’m sure she drools a lot more.” He gave her a hard pat on her side and she responded by butting his leg with the side of her head and looking up at him with brown, doe eyes, running a line of saliva on his newly-cleaned armour as she did so.

“Vunora.” He tried the foreign name, looking back up at the elven woman. “I’ll remember that. You’re the Dalish representative to the Inquisition? It’s nice to meet you.”


“Avanna….ambassadors.”


Keenan turned to the new voice and stiffened visibly once he saw its owner. The casual gentility was gone, replaced by as neutral an expression as he could muster, though it was fairly obvious he was not pleased to see the man. He admitted to being a Tevinter magister so freely it made Keenan ball his fist. He was being nothing but civil, however Keenan could not help but think ‘snake’ at every move he made. The wounds from Adamant ran too deep.

Keenan gave his name curtly, and nothing else. His hands remained at his sides. Bluebell, the traitorous dog, had gone up to the Tevinter mage without a pause and happily began wagging her tail. To her, a person was a person, and not a darkspawn, and therefore, a potential friend.

“Permit me, Lady Vunora, but I believe we are needed in the throne room. I would take my leave if I may.” It was rude to leave a lady to a stranger she had not yet met unless she allowed it, Keenan tried to recall where he had learned that particular piece of etiquette, though he could not remember.

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Numerious glanced upon the grey warden as the man seemed to stiff, fist clench and manner all together changing upon the Magister arrival and introduction. It was becoming rather obvious that matters would prove tense early on, if the grey warden was ready to make such judgements and act as so then it was only a matter of time before others followed suit. The tired game of witnessing and experiencing judgements and stereotypes it seemed. But if that was the game this man who introduced himself as Keenan wished to play then Numerious would not stop him.

The Magister often found trying to convince the already made up mind of something new, something different and something opposite of their convinced beliefs on such things, were futile. It only led to wars of words and sometimes of blood. So instead of taking offense to this mans actions the Magister known as Numerious simply nodded in greeting but hadn't spoke further to him, as Keenan moved on toward the Dalish elf. Meanwhile a well built hound approached with a fair look about her, no doubt she was a mabari and from what he could recall..... The southerners truly loved these dogs.

Seeing her tail wag happily, Numerious couldn't help but offer a honest smile, unlike most of his countrymen Numerious didn't mind mabari, he rather liked the idea of loyal beasts of power and ability. The man kneeled down to her level offering his hand to gauge the hound by allowing a sniff check before he would continue to pet the girls head. "A Mabari welcoming committee..... Truly kind of you girl, a pleasured meeting in any case." Numerious added in speaking to the hound directly before rising back to his feet and letting his hand pet for a moment longer.

"Honor? Depends on your view. Some Magisters perhaps might, others see it as birthright..... A sad reality." Numerious spoke giving a glance to his staff upon hearing the elf ask about seeing it. Finding the curiosity a bit new to him. In Tevinter such things hadn't occurred often unless the staff was of legendary status and power. Thinking it well enough, finding little reason to decline her, Numerious gave a nod offered the staff for inspection. "It's a staff made of blackened wood, smoothed out and refined into the form you see now. It's rather rare in Tevinter, but I understand the wood used can be found elsewhere with some commonality." He added providing a bit of information concerning his staff, while he listened and looked over the eleven staff of Dalish make and ironbark material.

"Quite nice! Yes. Sentimental value is priceless is it not? A rather nice staff you and your clan have. Traditional, carefully made and likely cherished. But thank you! My staff doesn't have the history of yours, but it serves me well." The Magister spoke kindly with a fair smile. Before realizing he hadn't yet learned of her name. "I realize now that I'm unaware of your name. May I inquire?"

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The air was chilled still as it was still breaking free of the cold winter that had just blown across the lands. The lands just beginning to wake up from its long nap under the white frozen blanket. This chill though, none of it bothered the young imcy mage that traveled on foot through the planes of snow and ice. The loud crunch of the snow collapsing under her padded boots thrummed in the mage's ears. This was the type of weather she preferred. Cold and sunny. She had finally made it to the massive fortes that made up the walls of Skyhold. It was a sight to behold. Big, intimidating, surrounded by mountains and valise that kept it safe and protected. She stood there for a few moments to take in the view but eventually the cold begun to turn the tips of her exposed fingers a light blue hew and the skin became brittle and easily cut if she was not careful so she had to move on. She headed inside but was often stopped because, let's face it, why would a teenager, a child, want to be at skyhold? She just rolled her amethyst eyes and continued on and refused to be stopped by those who didn't know or were too ignorant to think she had no place as an ambassador.

She made her way inside and saw she was not alone. A dalish elf, a grey warden and apparently a Tavinter Mage. While she held no love for Tavinter or their common practices, she didn't hate them either. There she could practice her magic freely, almost. She visited there once during her travels with her friend and companion and they both found it really odd but not as bad as most people make it seem. Her violet eyes wandered the room and stopped on the dalish elf and remembered how they treated both her and Tasuki at first. They weren't very welcoming at first but warmed up eventuall, especially after the favors that they did them by helping to reclaim a stolen artifact by some bandits. Then her eyes landed upon the warden and she honestly didn't know too much about them other than that they don't discriminate against mages. She had met only a small troup of them on her journies once and so that is not really much to go on. Eventually her lavender eyes spotted a large mabari hound and could not help but smile. She always had a soft spot for the beasts. She always thought they were cute and warm.

After looking around for a few minutes, Serenity found herself drawn to the Roaring fire in the mantle. She made her way to the warmth and let the flames bring her frozen, brittle hands back to life once more. Without her hands it would be difficalt to cast spells but not impossible. As she stared into the flames, she is reminded of the fiery personality that followed her everywhere. The burning red hair and golden eyes that let her free and had her back for so long. The memories were Bittersweet in her mind. So many wonderful memories that were cut short due to illness. She missed him terribly.

After a long while in silence and reverie she looked around and once again noticed that she seems to be the youngest one there. A female Mage at the age of eighteen as an ambassador was a bit far-fetched but yet, here she was. A guest of The Inquisitor, and an ambassador no less. She didn't say anything to anyone unless she was supposed to first. I have it she had gotten into both at the Circle and at home. On the road she was able to break free of this habit but without Tasuki with her, she had no one to thaw the cold Icy walls.

Rashaan made her way to the inside of the keep, feeling a few eyes upon her as she did. People were unsure what to make of her it seemed, she was stranger and not in dalish gear and as she understood the elf ambassador was already here so others would be sure she wasnt representing them. What were they thinking she was? A smuggler representative? One of those elf under Briala in Orlais? She smirked enjoying the confusion she might have caused to others. She would certainly not say anything to her. Than another thought came to mind. Did they even notice her? Maybe the eyes were her own paranoia and instinct for trouble? She had play the spy for so long maybe being unremarkable was second nature and she was within a multiracial organisation and dressed in mercenary clothing.

It was fun to think about but it was not important and not why she was here, she had a job to do after all. She entered seeing the various ambassadors about, smirking at the sight of the unlikeness group of people talking together: A tavinteer, a grey warden and a... She gave the elven girl a closer look. She looked familiar but Rashaan couldnt place her anywhere. It was strange not to remember as the elven girl seemed important and Rashaan had a good memory of faces. She frowned at herself as she wrecked her brains to remember. She wondered if age finally caught up with her.

Her wondering was sidelines when Rashaan noticed another person near her. A young human mage which intrigued her. The mage seemed to young to be out of apprenticeship let alone seating a meeting of this calibre and importance. Rashaan slowly approached the girl giving her a kind smile. " You are representative?" She asked looking as if she was uncertain of her surroundings.

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Keenan watched the Tevinter mage with growing interest as the man actually lowered himself to meet Bluebell's eyes. He extended a hand as if to say something but drew it back to his mouth as Blue approached Numerious. Getting your face close to Blue was her idea of an invitation to lick it, which she tried in earnest to do. The mage rose again however and she contented herself with leaning into his hand.
He'd spoken to Blue directly, not brushed her off as so many of high stature generally did. For that, Keenan began to think that perhaps he'd been too quick to judge, he would keep this encounter in mind the next time the man reminded him of past tragedy. Blue seemed to like the man well enough anyway.
They began talking about staffs next and Keenan tried not to look nervous as the long, ornamented weapons were brought forward. He did casually take a step back. Fortune saved him as Blue, upon catching the young noble girl looking her way immediately took off.
"No Blue, Blue!" He made a grab for her collar but just missed. The hound loped over to the hearth and flopped down onto the carpet before it, and the girl, pink tongue lolling and belly skyward in hopes it would be rubbed. She paddled the air with her front paws and whined, for good measure.
Keenan looked up, searching the chandeliers for strength. "Dog's as good as any play actor I've seen," he grumbled light-heartedly, going over to retrieve the hound. At least she wasn't jumping on people this time.
A second elven woman appeared as well. Keenan gave the pair of them a polite bow.
"Keenan Dunmar, it is a pleasure, and this," Here he gestured to the dog, still lying on her back, white teeth glinting in the firelight, "is Bluebell, my mabari."
He looked back to the elven woman a second time and curiosity overwhelmed him. "Did the Dalish send two ambassadors?" He inquired, puzzled.

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Rashaan heard a commotion nearby and turned seeing a mabari rush towards her story high speed. "Hoe there."She called with a good natured chuckle as the mabari presented her stomach to her. "Where did you come from, little lady?"She asked kneeling down and began to rubbed the mabari's stomach. "Aww, aren't you a cute dog aren't you huh? What is wrong your owner doesn't show you enough affection or do you like being the center of it."She chuckled as she saw the grey warden whonshe suspected was the owner approached.

"A pleasure Warden Dunmar and an honor lady Bluebell." She said casualy still looking does at Blue."She is a fine animal, strong yet sweet. She needs a little discipline though if she had run away from her but with that face she can get away with murder." She added avoiding the wardens question briefly. "No, I am not. I am Rashaan. The representative of the quinari." She replied casually as he looked at the warden curious about his reaction. She studied his featured too, typical grizzled warrior type, likely good at fighting but not experienced in anything else. Another strange choice for representative in her opinion.

"Definitely the latter." Keenan said with a half smile as Rashaan mentioned the dog's affinity for being the center of attention.
"She'd barely an adult, still has that youthful puppy energy, and she certainly knows her face is a free pass for all kinds of mischief." He crossed his arms and looked down at the dog critically, whose jowls had fallen over her snout as she lay on her back, making it look like she was grinning.
He didn't hide his surprise when Rashaan told him who she was. Upon catching her anticipation her tilted his head slightly before replying, as if assessing her, but all he said was: "You're a little short for a Qunari." His smile betrayed the jest.
Just then Vunora came rushing past him. She apparently had just seen the other elf and recognized her. Keenan stood back politely as Vunora began speaking quickly in her own tongue, he rarely heard the language and had to note its beauty.

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((I want to give Angel a chance to reply, will move Keenan to the war room next post, for now short bit because Keenan is trying to be funny.))

It was a slow process as always to warm up the icy fingertips that produced such chilling spells of their own. She was always slow to warm but when her friend was around she was always warm. He never let her get too cold but now she chilled and became her nickname sake. She felt eyes on her, inspecting, judging and underestimating her. She knew that they didn't think she belonged in a group of misfits because of her age alone. It was understandable but still she hated being thought of as weak because of her age. She would change their minds soon enough.

Upon hearing someone's voice speaking to her, her gaze moved from the fire to the elf that was talking to her. She nodded her head a little, "I am. My name is Serenity Alabast, ambassador for Rivian." she said in a voice that sounded like frozen silk as she spoke calmly and softly. The chill of her magic was even in her voice with how clear it was. She looked at the dalish elf but with the way she was dressed made her believe that she was not the dalish's ambassador. "And you?"

Seeing a mass of muscle and fur bounding towards her, Serenity turned to face the large mabari hound and smiled softly when she stopped and flopped onto her back and begged for attention and love. She knelt down and rubbed the warm belly of the playful beast but her hands were still ice cold and she didn't know if the dog would be alright with such cold hands upon her warm fur. She could not help but chuckle lightly as she spoke almost happily, "I must have the word 'sucker' written all over my face for you to pull out all the stops like this, sweet one. You're such a beauty and a credit to your breed." she said to the happy dog and giving her all the attention that the hound was seeking.

Hearing a voice call and introduce himself she glanced up and her amethyst eyes met with the warden. His tall stature and rugged appearance let her know that he had seen battle but his green eyes betrayed his still soft heart. "The pleasure is mine, sir. I am Serenity Alabast." her attention returned to the happy large and overgrown puppy that remained on her back on the floor, "Bluebell. After the lovely flower. It suits her and her sweet temperament."

The sudden opening of the massive doors and seeing a strong and powerful man dressed in dragon scale armor told her that this was the inquisitor and what an imposing figure he made were it not for his kind demeanor. She fallowed the group as expected and pulled her black light gloves to hide the remaining blue tint on the tips of her fingers though they had warmed considerably since arriving. She took a deep breath and sighed as the introductions began. "I am Serenity Alabast, representative of Rivain. I'd rather not be forth-giving of my hobbies or any personal information, if that is alright." she said calmly. Though she was only eighteen she was well spoken and confident.

When the elven ambassador had seemed nervously sounded a laugh, followed by her apology. Numerious nodded politely with a gesture from his hand to ensure it was quite alright, before speaking in response. "None Required.... Miss?" He spoke in replying with a intention to ensure it was fine and no apology was necessary. But soon realized the elven woman had her attention grabbed rather suddenly, leading to Numerious turning his gaze toward the source and seeing another elf had come to enter Skyhold since his own arrival. Did this mean the elves sent two?

Seeing he had no longer the Dalish woman's attention, Numerious shrugged and began to walk forward to the castle. Deciding for now he could reference her as the Dalish ambassador or perhaps mage ambassador seeing as more then one elf had come to Skyhold and it was not quite clear of what this would mean moving forward. Unless she represented another faction?

Either way time would tell all and names, allegiances and cause would come to light soon enough. At the moment the man from Tevinter would settle into the castle itself, take his time taking note of its structure, ponder its history and reflect upon his thoughts until entering the conference room.

Looking upon the inside of Skyhold whilst others talk amongst themselves outside. Numerious had gestured for his guards to settle in and care for the carriage, horses and his things while moving to the tavern afterwardmto relax for the time being.

Meanwhile his hazel eyes gazed upon the stone carvings and decorations, long tables on either side with food and drinks along the wooden structures reach. While his nose took notice to the many smells of the room, while he moved along the halls on toward the conference room where stood around the table furthest from others, as the corner edge spot seemed quite fitting of choice, leaving little room for being between others, a ideal position in case matters went amiss.

Upon reaching his corner spot around the conference table, Numerious looked at the table closely inspecting its map while hearing the Inquisitor enter and speak in telling of his thanks and how they'd introduce themselves. To which he nodded along with a chuckle, producing a glass of wine from his other hand that was held between his fingertips whilst his staff rest behind him against the wall, while his other hand stroked his beard in thought.

Hearing others speak to keep aware of everything, noticing the young mage from Rivain introduce herself but interestingly enough the girl left out details of hobbies and personal information. Preferring not to? Curious start. So this Serenity Alabast wasn't keen on forthcoming information, huh? A rather interesting development for such a gathering was it not?

Of course despite his seeming map focused attention, Numerious was quite aware of others, knowing the quiet man who had been within the hold room for some time now was it? He had been focused on the map for some time, the mage gathered though he to was inspecting the map himself, but was aware.

The Tevinter mage was likely a unpopular man based off usual judgements people made, perhaps some like those he met would prove otherwise, maybe not all were binded to such early judgements? Either way this man suspected he'd be the unpopular man as he was a Tevinter after all.

Meanwhile Numerious looked up noticing a pale blond woman with a orlesian air about her enter the room. A beautiful sight... But was she to share hobbies and such information? Soon he had his answer as she spoke her name Evelyn Faux and mentioned her hobbies of chess and poetry. Showing a sign of her courtesy and pleasantries with a kind introduction.... She like Serenity were well spoken in their introductions while only Age and amount of sharing separated the two so far.

Giving a smile and a sip from his glass, Numerious remained quiet preferring to wait for his introduction. Desiring to observe some more and learn what he can through simple observations and introductions.

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Bluebell did not mind cold hands at all and reveled in the adoration she was receiving. "You two might just have made a friend for life." He said as he watched the dog wiggle about in utter bliss.
Keenan looked up as the Inquisitor made himself known. The old feeling of guilt and shame twisted in his gut again. The last time he had seen the man was at the Warden fortress in the Western approach. Now, far from battle-bled, he struck an even more imposing figure, the dragonscale armour glittering in the sunbeams that filtered through the windows. He beckoned them into the war room and Keenan obeyed diligently. Bluebell rolling reluctantly to her feet and padding after him. The room was set with elegant banners, warmed in the sun as dust motes floated lazily by the windows. The most striking thing about the room was the raw, oak table set with a map of Thedas. There were a few iron pieces scattered over it but Keenan payed them little mind, instead he listened to the introduction the Inquisitor gave.
Trevelyan spoke clearly and honestly and Keenan found himself nodding subtly at the words. 'Neutral territory', 'understanding and cooperation', Keenan stole a glance at the Tevinter magister. The inquisitor was right, in order to be useful here he would have to put aside his prejudices...if it could be so easily done. He took in the introductions carefully, storing the information away. He felt it curious that the young noble Serenity did not feel like sharing a thing as innocent as a hobby.
Perhaps the hobbies are not so innocent...no, stop it. He'd had enough of paranoia and suspicion all those years ago. Now was a fresh start, and a chance to win back some of the reputation the wardens had once had.
The lady Evelyn Faux listed perfectly normal hobbies for an Orlesian noble. Even though she did not speak her origin, it was easy enough to see and hear.
After that a silence fell briefly over the room. The others were waiting he guessed so he stepped forward and cleared his throat.
"Keenan Dunmar, of the Grey Wardens of Weisshaupt...um, hobbies, right...well, seeing as 'killing darkspawn' is an obvious one, let's go with training my dog."
He looked down beside him and to his chagrin Bluebell had her head on the table, large tongue extended to try and lick one of the iron figures. Keenen put a gentle hand on the dog's muzzle and guided it off the table and back under it. Another short, slightly embarrassed pause, "I'm ah...not very good at it yet." He rubbed the back of his neck, searching for something else to say.
"Oh,there is one more thing. I...make adornments; accessories, jewelry, that sort of thing."
To emphasize the point he withdrew an archer's bracer from the bag he'd set by the door and set it on the table for everyone to see. The thick, brown leather had a second, thinner layer on top, beaten and died evergreen. Set upon the green background was a bird, wings stretched forward, reaching for a shining star. The star and the bird were carved intricately and with obvious care, out of a thin sheet of solid gold.
"That's just decorative mostly, and its not finished."

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Rashaan chuckled both at the grew wardens jest and all to obvious surprise at her position in the quinari. All that pretty much confirmed her assessment of him, muscle over brains but she would be still be careful with him. Lack of knowledge did not mean lack of intelligence and this was a man who knew his craft. "I get that a lot, still quinari describes people with a common ideal than a common race. Besides better to be short sometimes, helps get into places others can't." She said with a sly wink at the warden.

She was going to return her attention back to Blue before the Dalish girl from earlier rushed towards her with a torrent of questions to her in Dalish. From that Rashaan heard a name she had not heard in years "Ashara." The name seemed to trigger something in her mind and the memory of the Dalish girl suddenly flood back." Vunora... Lethallan... Wow...I.." Ashara said seemingly at a loss for words for the first time in her life. "It is a long story... I will explain another...Still it is indeed good to see you though not the same..." She began saying before the man of the hour, the great Herald of Andraste made himself known.

Rashaan turned as if glad to have that distraction from her past. She listened the herald's words a little curious about the man behind the legend. She was disappointed as she got little of what he said as it was standard cliché of cooperation and wishfull future, it was hard to resist the urge to roll her eyes. She had seen to much of the world to be that much of a dreamer, cooperation wont join people together thing need to be forced like those within the qun. Still she was allowed to enter the war rooms were introduction were made. Listening to them made her job much easier. Eventually she cleared her throat.

"I am Rashaan, envoy of the qunari and second of the Ariqun." She introduced herself kindly. "And no I am not here to convert everyone though. Or am I?" She chuckled. "Interest? Too busy recently to have any really... well, If I must, l enjoy hunting, song and travelling."

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