do something

It was a necessary conversation however undesirable it was to have. Eventually they would need to have a frank discussion about their options and apparently that time was now. He sighed, slumping further against the broad chest of the other, twisting ever so slightly to note the map. He knew the rumors well as Chip but he wouldn't stop the visual he seemed to think he needed to prove his point. He nodded solemnly, pulling his lips into a thin line. I know the rumors coming out of The Forest. Just as well as he knew what happened to the roaming bands of darkspawn that crept towards the coast. I'm not suggesting we go anywhere Xochipilli. He made sure the use of his full name was noted and felt by his returned expression. 

What I'm suggesting... He started to wring his hands, avoiding eye contact again amid his racing heart hammering inside his chest. Is that you send me and a small contingent of our choosing. Of volunteers. Because he wouldn't take anyone who felt like they were ordered to risk their lives. Nothing has felt right to me in months and it's only gotten worse....even after the Wardens quelled the largest uprisings. I cannot allow this to continue without some kind of interference. What he wouldn't say, at this in that particular moment was that something sang in his blood, something spoke to him in dark, dulcet tones to make this his problem. He needed to step into it and see the carnage for himself. 

He shook his head, chin dropping until to his chest. Send me and you won't have to lose another clan.