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rowancrowned) wrote2015-03-22 06:02 pm
rowancrowned) wrote2015-03-22 06:02 pm
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[ There's a pause as she wonders how to word this delicately. ]
I imagine Galadriel must have made it back home.
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[ his response requires much less mulling-over. ]
I imagine so.
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[ She's selling herself a little short here, but she has been severely injured twice in battle since joining the Inquisition. She's hoping to avoid that again. ]
Well, I know she disappeared because the shards are mysterious things that we don't understand yet, but... I've heard of some other disappearances that have nothing to do with shards and it has me concerned. I thought I'd talk to you about it, because the people missing are elves.
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[ galadriel's disappearance doesn't wound him as deeply as legolas' did. he is without her valuable counsel, now, but he will not dwell. ]
You think the Lady- [ no, no, that makes little sense, galadriel would have spoken of it. ] Where? Inquisition, or Alienage?
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[ But as exciting as that all is, that isn't what she really wants to discuss with him. ]
No, I believe her disappearance unrelated. It's the alienage elves. I've been visiting, and some people I always tend to see there aren't around anymore. Normally I'd think nothing of it -- maybe they have a new job with different hours -- but it's everyone else that has me worried. They're doing the jobs I normally see these missing elves doing, and when I ask after them, like how they're doing or where they are, no one will answer me.
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They will answer.
[ and if that's ominous, he doesn't care. thousands of years of being obeyed, of expecting to be obeyed doesn't fade away after a year in thedas. some things remain, vicious under the placid coat he's wrapped about himself in the past year and change. ]
If they will not answer you, perhaps a face without vallaslin will be less intimidating, yes? And time must be spent showing them we are nothing to fear, but with every day that passes, more are lost.
[ he stops, for a moment, woolgathering, and- ]
I will visit the Alienage myself tomorrow morning. Alone, I think, but another time we must go together, and you will point out where the holes are in the crowd.
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They're looking out for themselves. Maybe they can't trust their neighbors; I don't know. But yes, they might tell you something.
[ Simply because it's a choice between fearing the neighbors turning them in to someone and fearing what this rifter elf might do if he doesn't get answers. ]
Good. I'll definitely go with you after you've seen things yourself.
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[ he could not save the clan that herian and pel had butchered; there are hundreds of elves who die daily in the far-off places he cannot reach across thedas, and here, under his nose, is something that seems odd, something he can affect-
even if it turns out to be nothing, he will retire better to his little room in the gallows. ]
I will be discreet, [ he amends. ] Is there a tavern, perhaps? Somewhere they are able to gather without shemlen. An open market?
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[ She thinks for a moment, frowning to herself. ]
Anywhere outside the alienage is going to have a majority of humans walking around, I'm afraid. But if I hear of such a gathering place, I'll let you know.