Fair enough, both to be free of this tavern and the drinks therein. She nods politely, and with a quick moment to smooth out her clothes and pat down her hair, she heads for the door, holding it open for him as they leave.
"There was a conclave," She begins, figuring that the story should start where her own story started. "machinated by Divine Justinia to solve the Mage and Templar war. Whether or not she would have succeeded will be left to speculation, for before it could happen, a creature interfered. A blighted magister. His machinations resulted in a massive explosion that killed all save him and one other, ripped a massive tear in the Veil, and many smaller ones that spread throughout Thedas. Demons were pouring out of them, and chaos reigned."
Once Felassan exits the tavern door, she shuts it behind him, and begins walking. Where is she walking to? No clue. Best not to drag him to the house with Solas--he's never been big on other Dalish, and she'd have to do more work to avoid making sure that the man didn't catch his true nature.
"There was only one person who could close these rifts, the other survivor to the Conclave explosion. Myself." A small gesture at the subject in question. "Some decided I was a divine gift from the Maker, sent to save them. Some thought I was a great evil, sent to assassinate the Divine, and tried to have me executed." She lets him think on that for a moment as they walk. "You can guess which one I leaned into."
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"There was a conclave," She begins, figuring that the story should start where her own story started. "machinated by Divine Justinia to solve the Mage and Templar war. Whether or not she would have succeeded will be left to speculation, for before it could happen, a creature interfered. A blighted magister. His machinations resulted in a massive explosion that killed all save him and one other, ripped a massive tear in the Veil, and many smaller ones that spread throughout Thedas. Demons were pouring out of them, and chaos reigned."
Once Felassan exits the tavern door, she shuts it behind him, and begins walking. Where is she walking to? No clue. Best not to drag him to the house with Solas--he's never been big on other Dalish, and she'd have to do more work to avoid making sure that the man didn't catch his true nature.
"There was only one person who could close these rifts, the other survivor to the Conclave explosion. Myself." A small gesture at the subject in question. "Some decided I was a divine gift from the Maker, sent to save them. Some thought I was a great evil, sent to assassinate the Divine, and tried to have me executed." She lets him think on that for a moment as they walk. "You can guess which one I leaned into."