I'm Not Gonna Sugarcoat It

Lyric listened, genuinely, the more she understood about this man outside of her parents, the better her chances were. Was he like her parents, would he care that she was there against her will, or would he sympathise with her situation, possibly even be able to help her, she simply wouldn’t know until she got to know him better now that she wasn’t under the watchful eyes of her parents.

Tevinter, what she knew about it could probably fit in a thimble, and was probably just most of the propaganda the Templars and Chantry spewed about them here in the south. She knew they perpetuated slavery, and wondered if that meant if Tiberius owned slaves. Not that there wasn’t slavery in the south, not officially any way. No high class non mage person in the south would ever admit to the way they treated elves, and the only way they were forced to admit to the way they treated mages was the mage templar war.

Lyric's gaze met his, her expression unreadable. They were a pair of strangers, bound by circumstance and soon to be bound by law. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of man Tiberius truly was beneath the surface. I suppose, she replied, offering him a small, tentative smile, I am excited for the adventure that lies ahead. It was that, an adventure, and Lyric was ever the optimist even in times like these.

I am curious though, how was it Tevinter was able to break from Chantry and allow mages to flourish? I mean in the south they just talk about how heretical it all was, but considering how the Templars and Chantry treated us mages, I am inclined not to believe them about the stuff they said about Tevinter. She was genuinely curious, she’d wanted to ask since she met Tiberius, but with her parents breathing down her neck, she just hadn’t felt they’d feel it was appropriate dinner conversation.