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[CozyRanger]

Bryliax Ralaferin
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As that magical flame burst into existence and set a gentle orange glow over their pale surroundings, the Grey Warden paused in her arranging of the fire. She didn't have a magical bone in her body, used to relying on nature to provide all she needed to survive. Now there was a mage with fire, she felt little need to waste time rubbing sticks together to cause a spark. A large hand gestured to the campfire, suggesting Manis use his mastery of the elements to make her job easier.

"I've not had many chances to fight alongside mages. There are plenty in the Grey Wardens, of course, but I'm usually assigned to tasks alone or in a small group." Just the way she liked it, if she was honest. The more you add to a group, the more she felt the need to protect. It was easier to track your allies when there was only one or two. She considered how a mage with such talents could control a larger battlefield, though, and it excited her. She longed to experience it.

Assuming the fire was lit, she held her hands over the flames to warm them and then tucked them under her armpits to keep them going cold. "I think it's clear where my talents lie." She nodded her head towards the battleaxe she had set down. "My position is on the frontline in a battle, holding the monsters back and praying to the Creators that my axe is enough to bring them down if I'm travelling solo."

As the subject of books and reading was discussed, the Warden went quiet, content to listen whilst she had nothing to offer.

"You must have a great deal of patience, Aasha, to be able to do what you do."

 

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“Eh, of course I talk about the Stone like that. The Stone birthed us, and when we die, we go back to it. The Stone don’t care what we do the middle, and it sure as shit don’t have a taint.” Grem could tell that he had pissed off the human. While he would usually take an interest in poking at the subject, some more like a wound trying to heal, he instead let his arms fall to his side. “Aye, but I get it—if you started spittin’ about how you’d wipe your ass with the Stone or whatever weird things you lot do up here—I’d be fumin’. While I ain’t no follower of Andraste, I’ll be sure to keep her precious visage out of my mouth. Specially if we’re goin’ to work together.”

Grem focused on the human, noting that he was aware of something else afoot in the basement. It only took a half-breath longer to see a figure darken the doorway of the already dark basement. He nearly spit—again. The human remarked to the other figure, one that was seemingly more effeminate than the holy man but hardly much different. That was the nature of things, right? You’re on the surface; be prepared to be nagged by so many humans.

He caught the little glance the holy man gave him, and a wry smile crossed his lips. “Eh? Did business with the Lord of Fortunes once. That was an experience.” He didn’t care to elaborate further. “Right. Bloody feck, I forgot about introductions. Grem Roecudan. Carta representative, though I’m sure you also already figured that out. Not a smuggler. I take care of you tall lot that love to get busy with demons.”

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