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[apostasies]

Maker help me. Do you honestly need me here? There is little space in your head as it is and I don't see a need to fill it beyond the limit. Yes, I know a lot of them are inactive, but I might add to that pile. I'd rather throw myself at the feet of the Knight-Commander and beg that she take me in because I'm a horrible Apostate than to become nonexistent.

Just, put some thought into this before you actually make any commitments. I also hope you're not picking me up because of the possible romances you heard about. If you're in that dire need of romance, as Varric to write you something.

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[inquisitive_nature]

What to tell? Like I said, I had to spend over three months as a woman, adventuring. One of our jobs at the time was infiltrating a city's Thieves' Guild to help shut it down.

My 'friends' unanimously voted that I should try and infiltrate one of the brothels they owned ... as an employee.

[apostasies]

That must have been — interesting.

[inquisitive_nature]

I learned quite quickly how to effectively wield a washbasin as a makeshift cudgel. Luckily, my alchemic knowledge and near-encyclopedic ability to remember symptoms of diseases, treat and cure them got me more notice than the average strumpet, and I got to deal with their injuries and illnesses instead of their drunken customers.

[apostasies]

Attending to their sick and injured sounds much better than preforming other services.

[inquisitive_nature]

I suppose I should regret the loss of the experience of such an act in that body, but ... were it worse than as a man, I would have hated it and wanted back that much worse. Were it the same as a man, I'd have wondered the point of doing that at all (for myself, you see), and were it better -- well now, that'd just be unfair.

Anyway, the threads of conversation pointed our way eventually to a small-ish drow city underground, not too far from the human city itself!

[apostasies]

I suppose it would only be natural to wonder what its like. To be given the opportunity and do nothing would seem like a waste. Yet, I can't get the image of Isabela going to Anders for him to heal whatever disease she's contracted... ( she shakes her head. )

These drow don't sound very nice from what you're saying.

[inquisitive_nature]

Well, I am a cleric, my friend. I can heal almost any disease, except for the occasional magical disease which requires more ... special means.

And you're normally right about that. Dark elves. Once they lived upon the surface with their brethren, long ago, but a war caused the current surface elves, the Greys and the Sylvans, to exile their cousins to the underground world beneath us all. The war is old enough that not even the elves remember what caused it, but such is a moot point now. The drow turned to the worship of Llolth, a black-hearted spider-goddess, and their hearts are filled with naught but hatred for the dwellers of the surface and for the sun itself.

Usually. I never expected an entire drow city to be the exception to the rule, but when we arrived we found these drow to be relatively good-natured, and worshipers of the moon goddess.

However, there was a Llolth cult hidden in their city, and connected to their own criminal syndicate. It fell upon my friends and I to oust the cult and sever the syndicate's ties to the Thieves' Guild.