What he was supposed to say? No, I’m NOT going to give myself a stroke? That’d just make him sound childish and argumentative… so Alastair did the next best thing and smiled a little. Oh, and shook his head too. There, that should get his point across.
He frowned though, scratching absently at his beard as Daciana held up the parchment.
Because she’d have definitely called a Landsmeet.
Maker, he groaned and scrubbed his hands over his face.
Wait, Fereldans… out here? That’s not like them to venture this far out—Hastily, he cleared his throat and glanced around.
Or so I’ve heard. It’s been a while since I’ve been back. Maybe it’s all different now.And that was something he didn’t really want to be thinking about and so… he stopped thinking about it!
He frowned though, scratching absently at his beard as Daciana held up the parchment.
Huh.Okay so maybe there were Fereldans tromping about in the wilds. But she was right… and wrong. Technically, it was still Ferelden, because borders and land masses and all of that fun geography know how. But in terms of actual settlements and towns and the like, well, the Crown’s influence and power didn’t really extend that far. Which actually kind of surprised him. He was damn well sure that Anora would’ve managed to seat herself back into power and do all the things like bringing the whole of the Landsmeet to heel.
Because she’d have definitely called a Landsmeet.
Maker, he groaned and scrubbed his hands over his face.
Do the Fereldans have a queen or a king? Do you know?He needed to do something so he went out towards where the water was and hoped that with enough buckets, he’d be too tired to think. He hated thinking.
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