So... You Live Here?

Oh. This was going somewhere that made his feet twitch and his insides feel a bit like he’d drunk icy water too quickly. Alastair hadn’t really expected Daci to answer him so honestly, though in hindsight, he wasn’t sure how else he’d thought this would go. She clearly didn’t think highly of Ferelden and sadly… for him, there were sore spots that rubbed and chafed so it wasn’t like he could disagree with her a whole lot.

But the song… creatures being driven mad… the Taint. Oh that he knew. And he shook his head. The song, as you say, isn’t a joking matter. Hopefully there won’t be another Blight so soon in Ferelden. Empty words. Empty. He was a Grey Warden. He’d heard the stories. Who’d have thought mean swoopy Morrigan’s wards and magic would be keeping Orlais from being completely overrun?

Not him, that’s for sure!

The nobles would learn more, change more, if they actually came out to see and experience how the world actually works. That’s what I think. He said that mildly, not quite cowering at the way Daci raised her eyebrows at him. Scary!

Heeeey! I’m not completely dense though! He set down the bucket of water and waved his hands in front of him. I’m just bad at politics because I say what I mean and mean what I say. I guess… I expect everyone else to do the same. Which they don’t. Most are sneaky. He shrugged, running a hand through his hair, leaving it all mussed and spiked up without seemingly realizing it. Maybe that’s why I like you. You mean what you say and say what you mean. You’re not sneaky like that. No double meanings with your words.

Subject change!

Do you need me to get more water?