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Politics are... messy. Complicated. Occasionally they have their uses.

[He is good at them, when he wants to be. He has a knack for it, for understanding people and figuring out their motivations. It's all a puzzle to be put together. But he's also seen the toll it can take.]

Well, I don't know what a Paragon is, but I'm not sure I can fault her preference.

[Drunkard of a widower isn't all that flattering after all.]

Occasionally. [She'll give him that one.] Though often the more direct approach works just as well.

"Living ancestor" according to them. They venerate those who came before them; that is all I ever could understand of their culture. [At least it beats the Chantry, in some ways. Others she side-eyes hard.] Nor can I. He joined our merry little traveling band and, as predicted, was either drunk or reaching for a bottle after a stupor.

[Or hitting on her while her love was right. there.]

Very interesting.

[Not like much of anything he's heard of before.

But well, the next bit of information has him nodding in understanding.]

You do sound like you traveled with quite the... assortment.

Oh, you have no idea.

[If she ever comes across the ~~codex entries~~ information again, she'll share it with him. As it is...]

I was the first to join the Wardens' little entourage, sent with them by my mother. Alistair, the senior of the pair, bucked at any opportunity to lead and deferred to the new recruit. Said recruit got imprinted upon by a dog not long after we set out.

Sten, a qunari -- giant with horns -- has even less of an idea on how to function in human society than I do and is hyperfocused on the finish line that he stumbles into the obstacles. He also had no idea what cookies were. We were all offended by this as much as he glared at the three mages and commented on how not sewing our lips shut was "not civilized".

[Yes, Barabas. You heard that right.]

Leliana was a laysister in the Chantry- [And by that definition, they got along like cats and dogs.] -and a former bard--minstrel and spy in another country. Wynne is a Circle mage, and every bit the suffocating want-to-be mother figure of the entire group. Zevran is an assassin who tried to kills us and failed. Shale is a golem who has a vendetta against pigeons. Also one of the few tolerable members of the group.

Then there's Oghren, the charming little drunkard. [Such sarcasm much eye roll wow. But her tone softens perhaps a little too much.] ...and Amell.

Quite a merry band.

[Sorry he's still wrapping his mind around that roster. It definitely presents for an interesting party to travel with.]

Why pigeons?

[That's where he landed. Sorry, Morrigan.] Also, do you often make nice with assassins who tried and failed to kill you? I thought that was something only Kate was prone to doing.

Shale was stuck in suspended animation for thirty years in a small village. The birds liked to poop on her before taking flight.

I did not. Amell decided it was best to keep him along, despite my warnings. [This is it. This is the man she fell for.] Now I fear what would happen should the two of them find themselves in the same room.

["Adopt ALL the assassins who tried and failed to kill us!" is far too bloody likely for her tastes. It's a bitter comfort if she does return home at any point, she'll soon be on her own.]

Ah. Well I think that's a fairly justified grudge to hold.

[Pigeons are bastards anyway.

He cracks a grin.]

Either fast friends or a fight to the death. There's not a lot of middle ground with Kate.

[He's only half joking.]

[Morrigan can't help but agree, even if she once trolled her by turning into a crow and flying over her head. Shh...]

...That sounds much like my love, as well.

[...

Shit. She said it without even thinking- aaaaah.]

[Oh. Oh my god.

She's adorable. Barabas doesn't bother trying to hide the grin that spreads across his face at that. He is, however, at least smart enough not to tell her how cute that is.

He likes his throat not torn out, after all. But really. Good for Morrigan.]

Well. Sounds like you've got your work cut out for you then, with that type. But better a challenge than boring.

[She growls. Actually growls.]

...Quite. Not that it will matter for long.

[aaand that is where she'll cut the feed. She's just gonna go soak in the baths for an hour or so. No big deal.]

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