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[limier]

Healthy as any soldier in age. [ her knees, thranduil. it should be dry, it isn’t. ] There are provisions made, but with the war —

[ it trails off. uncertainty has governed the chantry near four years; those who remain can count upon little. privately, that's something of a relief.

because she holds some regard for him, she listens (arrogant needn't mean incorrect). she listens, and hears only what she ever does, of late: ]

Has else here similarly disturbed you?

[ what the harmony ought to be, no. hold your bloody focus, coupe. ]

[rowancrowned]

So only their minds are ruined. I see. I will have to think on this.

[ reluctantly: ]

The Wardens. Like corpses even the vultures would refuse. My cousin feels these things clearer than I, and the revulsion is-- physical.

[limier]

They are so frequent among Darkspawn, it may perhaps leave stain. Lyrium, too, comes from the depths — perhaps it is this which carries. Have you spoken with Gandir? The dwarf, once of Orzammar.

[rowancrowned]

No. [ and why should he? if this whole thing is the fault of the damned dwarves, his opinion of them will fall even further. ]

It is no wonder the dwarves conspire with the source of all the filth in this world.

[limier]

A terrible conspiracy, to be born.

[ her eyes slip shut, hands spread. what the fuck, buddy,

dryly: ]

If the sense lingers, it would tell us something of its nature. I've not particular faith of Gandir, but I much doubt he would balk for the meeting.

[rowancrowned]

I will speak with him, if you make the introductions. I would provide what aid I can.