Falling like ashes to the ground

Bajie might not know every Evanuris personally, but he knew enough about the lot of them to know that Megara could have faired a lot worse than getting Sylaise as her companion. Then he chuckled a bit at her comment about being a bit scatty and goofy. He took a drag on the pipe and then added in his two coins.

Oh, I don’t know, sometimes that can be good in leadership. Makes you relatable. I mean, as long as it’s a bit and not all the time. Besides, in my experience, the ones that don’t want leadership are usually the very ones that should have it. He chuckled softly. And yes, the world seems to have a knack for complicating things, doesn't it? He took another puff from his pipe, letting the smoke swirl around them.

He thought about his life back in the old days, it was a thousand lifetimes ago, but there were moments, randomly, when he felt like he could reach out and touch them if he tried hard enough, especially with the return of Elgar’nan, how long before others returned, how long before a war with the Evanuris ripped Thedas apart at its seams.

Me, I’m more the adviser sort, not a big fan of being someone others depend on. Not that Aethra didn’t depend on his advice and his training of recruits, but somehow he rationalised that as being an entirely different thing than it would be if he were in a position of power and leadership himself.