Mara listened intently to Madeline, nodding as her fellow Arlessa spoke, the words of encouragement giving Mara a new sense of confidence. Perhaps now should be the time more than ever for a little bit of idealistic thinking, even for someone who had endured what she had- as an elf in the alienage, as a Grey Warden, as Arlessa of Ferelden’s capital city.
Mara smiled- a small, faint smile but still a visible one.
“I must applaud you for how persuasive you are, Madeline,” Mara said with a nod. While Mara had her fair share of experience in politics, she was still in the presence of someone who had held political power longer than the elf had. She wished to emulate that sort of persuasiveness- not just to intimidate those she needs information from, but to encourage the masses. Something that won’t be easy considering Ferelden and Orlais’ history with each other.
“In the meantime, I will inform the masses and nobles in advance and have some servants prepare some of the warehouses to give shelter to the refugees. And prevent and repair the damage that might come from the outroar this will no doubt bring.”
Mara knew Denerim long enough to know that the people were not always compassionate towards those in need. She had witnessed the number of homeless people, human or elf, begging on the streets for a silver or two just to have a meal. And while things had certainly improved, it had to be done through a balance of no compromise change and listening to the people. Mara believed it was the only reason why apart from the occasional assassin she still has her position.
This would certainly be a new challenge, having to accommodate for the Orlesians, and while she often laughed at jokes directly targeted towards Orlais and Orlesians, and have learned more about the History of Ferelden and Orlais, she had no real problems with the Orlesians as people. So long as they remember they are in Ferelden territory and needed to respect that, she could handle the occasional complaint about her ‘dog country’ had dirt everywhere.
Mara smiled- a small, faint smile but still a visible one.
“I must applaud you for how persuasive you are, Madeline,” Mara said with a nod. While Mara had her fair share of experience in politics, she was still in the presence of someone who had held political power longer than the elf had. She wished to emulate that sort of persuasiveness- not just to intimidate those she needs information from, but to encourage the masses. Something that won’t be easy considering Ferelden and Orlais’ history with each other.
“In the meantime, I will inform the masses and nobles in advance and have some servants prepare some of the warehouses to give shelter to the refugees. And prevent and repair the damage that might come from the outroar this will no doubt bring.”
Mara knew Denerim long enough to know that the people were not always compassionate towards those in need. She had witnessed the number of homeless people, human or elf, begging on the streets for a silver or two just to have a meal. And while things had certainly improved, it had to be done through a balance of no compromise change and listening to the people. Mara believed it was the only reason why apart from the occasional assassin she still has her position.
This would certainly be a new challenge, having to accommodate for the Orlesians, and while she often laughed at jokes directly targeted towards Orlais and Orlesians, and have learned more about the History of Ferelden and Orlais, she had no real problems with the Orlesians as people. So long as they remember they are in Ferelden territory and needed to respect that, she could handle the occasional complaint about her ‘dog country’ had dirt everywhere.
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