His nonexistant kingdom for castmates @ luceti

[antivanleather]

 My most generous Ser,

While I am not one to tell a lovely woman to quit fretting if it only continues to make her more lovely, I must say that the pacing and the stressing makes it somewhat difficult to relax and enjoy my time away from the Crows.  I do agree it would be more interesting to have a few present in this little village, I do not think we should go broadcasting my location, yes? Unless you wish me to suffer a swift stab to the back. In which case bravo on masking your true intent.

No, I promise the dagger behind my back is not for you. It's for someone else.  Alistair, perhaps.  He did make a mess of my pack when I last saw him. Hunting for cheese indeed.  Or my dear Wynne. Or even the Warden. Better to finish a job late than never, yes? No? Who knows! I shall never tell.

Now be a dear and turn around for sixty or so seconds, I think there might be something shiny and distracting not far and to your left.

Comments

[ladyspitfire]

Yes, promising to stab your companions in the back is the perfect attention grabber, Zevran.

[antivanleather]

I find it tends to get at least one witty comment or two before a duel is held, my Warden.

[ladyspitfire]

At the very least. But I wasn't aware you were hoping for a fight.

[antivanleather]

A fight? Not this evening. Just a bit of companionship. It is quite lonely in the village, you see.

[ladyspitfire]

What village is this?

[antivanleather]

The village of Luceti. It is free from the blight, and from the reach of the Crows so I am safe enough. At least as far as I am aware.

[ladyspitfire]

Maker, that already sounds better than Ferelden, unfortunately.

[antivanleather]

No whispers of civil war- at least amongst the populace. Though I've heard talk of dissent amongst those that keep us prisoner.

[ladyspitfire]

Dissent of what sort? The type that can be taken advantage of, perhaps?

[antivanleather]

That seems to be the line of thinking to those of a mind to take advantage of it. I'm still fairly new, here, and have not yet found those that make these tactical decisions. I find myself at something of a loss without your guidance, Warden.

[ladyspitfire]

You? Come now, Zevran, you can handle yourself just fine. You're an assassin; you could probably talk tactical circles around me.

[antivanleather]

In a one on one confrontation, or even one on five- brawls and battles on the small scale, yes. Of course I can. But when taking on a larger entity it is somewhat difficult to know where to begin. Or how. That, my dear, seems to be your area.

[ladyspitfire]

If you put too much faith in me, Zevran, I might just lead you to your demise.

[antivanleather]

I put as much faith in you as you have earned, Warden. No more, no less.

[ladyspitfire]

And that's all I would deserve, frankly. If I can't keep a small group of people safe, then what good can I serve as a warden?

[antivanleather]

I think you've only need worry about your fellow warden in regards to keeping us safe, my dear. The rest of us are better suited to fighting to survive on our own. Alistair...

[He shrugs.]

[ladyspitfire]

[Heh.]

He's a strong enough warrior. He's just too Templar-trained yet. He'll get used to being a warden eventually. We both will.

[antivanleather]

It is not as though either of you have much of a choice in the matter. Were the plan to leave the country and flee to Orlais I would say nothing against it in the slightest- but that would do little to further your currant goals. Ferelden needs it's Wardens, and unfortunately that seems to fall to you.

[ladyspitfire]

We have very little choice in the matter. But when all is said and done, I wouldn't mind taking some time away. I've never been to Orlais. Leliana might like to go.

[And this is all assuming she'll live to go anywhere, of course.]

[antivanleather]

Though I have heard much of Orlais and it's bards, I must confess I've never been there myself. It would be an interesting venture once Ferelden has been saved.

[One can always assume. And hope. Mostly hope.]

Leliana might also dress you in velvet and finery, which I would not object to in the slightest.

[ladyspitfire]

I was under the impression you might have. Where have you been in all of Thedas?

[She laughs.]

Rogue. I would prefer to keep to my tunics and armor, thank you. I haven't worn a proper gown in years, much less one in velvet.

[antivanleather]

If you promise not to say anything to the other members of our merry little dysfunctional band, I shall tell you a secret. I have only ever been in Antiva and your own Ferelden. I had to trek through the Free Marches for the assignment in Ferelden I had before I took the ultimately futile job of killing you.

[He can't help a soft chuckle.] You know you enjoy it. And it may do quite a bit to sway many of the nobles in Denerim to our cause were you to display your softer side and bountiful...poise.

[ladyspitfire]

As if I would betray your confidence. But I had thought you'd have gone further than that. I suppose when you said the Crows get around, you weren't necessarily speaking of yourself.

[She smiles.] Oh, yes, that will go over swimmingly. "Who's that waspish redhead in the dress? Ohhh, that's the Warden?"

[antivanleather]

They tend to keep the troublemakers close to home, or so I was told.

But, hmm...[A half step back, a look up and down the Warden's very fine form.] I think Waspish is far too poor a word to describe you. Most would be struck dumb by your beauty- and you weaponry. There is nothing quite so sexy as a well dressed woman with a sword.

[ladyspitfire]

That was probably smart of them, all things considered.

[She can't stop the grin that spreads across her face.]

Says the assassin. Besides, I'd rather they be bowled over by the swords I keep strapped to my back. Imagine me going to the Landsmeet in a gown and blades.

[antivanleather]

Imagine what they would say? How stunning, how striking- she is elegant and prepared to fight for her right to be heard. It will be terribly romantic and noble. Leliana would love it.

[ladyspitfire]

[She laughs.]

The both of you are far too romantic sometimes. Though it is a tempting idea...

[antivanleather]

Leliana is romantic. I just wish to see you in something other than that armor.

[He grins, earnest in his shamelessness.]

You will have the both of us and Alistair prepared to defend your lovely back should anyone attempt anything dishonorable.

[ladyspitfire]

Right, of course.

[She shoots him a fond gaze with her smirk.]

Provided the three of you are quick enough that I don't slice anyone's hands off just for trying. But trust me, the nobles will be too busy worrying about civil war to pay attention to my backside.

[antivanleather]

Then I shall take the arduous task of appreciating it for them. Terrible, I know, but it is a sacrifice I am willing to make.

[ladyspitfire]

You're a saint, Zevran. Where would these people be without you?

[antivanleather]

Quite a few would yet be alive, I should think! [He can't help a bright crack of laughter.]