That is the first thing Beleth thinks, when she sees him. He looks like a man carved from stone for the sole purpose of the military, given life by some strange quirk of magic. Or maybe sheer willpower. He would look at home amongst the legions of the Chantry, a bloody red sword splashed across that armor.
She's pretty sure he's not a Templar. Blue isn't their color.
She considers ignoring him. If he wants to stare, he is not the first, and her hands are washed of having to deal with whatever his deal could possibly be. He is not her business. But it grates on her, his eyes burning holes in the people around them, and her nerves are already frayed by the experience of coming here.
"Normally," Her head tilts as she leans towards him (jinglejingle), "People must pay for the privilege of visiting a zoo. Thank you for not throwing peanuts, at least." Not that she doesn't like peanuts. But. Principles.
it'll be great i love the emperor yessir
That is the first thing Beleth thinks, when she sees him. He looks like a man carved from stone for the sole purpose of the military, given life by some strange quirk of magic. Or maybe sheer willpower. He would look at home amongst the legions of the Chantry, a bloody red sword splashed across that armor.
She's pretty sure he's not a Templar. Blue isn't their color.
She considers ignoring him. If he wants to stare, he is not the first, and her hands are washed of having to deal with whatever his deal could possibly be. He is not her business. But it grates on her, his eyes burning holes in the people around them, and her nerves are already frayed by the experience of coming here.
"Normally," Her head tilts as she leans towards him (jinglejingle), "People must pay for the privilege of visiting a zoo. Thank you for not throwing peanuts, at least." Not that she doesn't like peanuts. But. Principles.