Oh what a tangled web she was weaving.
He was disappointed to say the very least. He expected more from his little Antivan asp of a queen. Instead he was left insulted and underwhelmed. This was nothing new however, for the human condition lent quite nicely to failure. Even queens were replaceable as were the kings that stood beside them. Even so, he was still able to find some enjoyment in her betrayal by watching the physical embodiment of her lies live and breath.
His instrument in this chaos was an unsuspecting mage with the answer to the Campana woes. She would restore his memory for the good of Antiva. After she played in her part of a Maker-sent miracle, she would join the legion of undead now roaming Thedas unchecked and unchallenged with a hivemind will hellbent on purging this land of the sickness that inhabited it. The sickness of humanity, it's petulance soon to cleanse by flame.
So yes, he followed his gilded Crow when she thought to slip away unnoticed. He kept a distance large enough to avoid detection, his senses now attuned to her presence. All the while he attempted to quell the excitement buzzing the nerves throughout the mortal shell he wore. Elgar'nan listened, a stoic calm consuming his features as he bided his time. The contention brewing between them was enough to satisfy his need for immediate gratification. Like an aperitif to whet his palate before the main event.
When he stopped walking, he stood beside her, a hand reaching up to stroke her cheek.
He was disappointed to say the very least. He expected more from his little Antivan asp of a queen. Instead he was left insulted and underwhelmed. This was nothing new however, for the human condition lent quite nicely to failure. Even queens were replaceable as were the kings that stood beside them. Even so, he was still able to find some enjoyment in her betrayal by watching the physical embodiment of her lies live and breath.
His instrument in this chaos was an unsuspecting mage with the answer to the Campana woes. She would restore his memory for the good of Antiva. After she played in her part of a Maker-sent miracle, she would join the legion of undead now roaming Thedas unchecked and unchallenged with a hivemind will hellbent on purging this land of the sickness that inhabited it. The sickness of humanity, it's petulance soon to cleanse by flame.
So yes, he followed his gilded Crow when she thought to slip away unnoticed. He kept a distance large enough to avoid detection, his senses now attuned to her presence. All the while he attempted to quell the excitement buzzing the nerves throughout the mortal shell he wore. Elgar'nan listened, a stoic calm consuming his features as he bided his time. The contention brewing between them was enough to satisfy his need for immediate gratification. Like an aperitif to whet his palate before the main event.
Yes but it wasn't the lie you thought it wasHe crooned as he appeared around the corner before them, hands folded behind his back as he walked with a relaxed gait.
Long live the King. May he remember only the best parts of his marriage.He didn't need to openly accuse her of anything because standing here now proved all she needed to know.
Besides, I've already made use of your other Crow, she sang like a bird toward the end.A lie to be sure, but he was armed with information, intimate details he shouldn't know.
When he stopped walking, he stood beside her, a hand reaching up to stroke her cheek.
What a waste you were.
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